DRich 100, StanWill - Code Talk lyrics

Glock with me everywhere, that's my road dawg
Yeah, that's my road dawg
Huh, she gon' take her clothes off
She gon' take her clothes off, huh yo bitch

Gang got yo bitch tryna take her clothes off
Blick with me everywhere, that's my road dawg
Big blick stuck to me
I can't take the pole off
Put this dick on yo bitch just
To take a load off
I'm at the library with books
And we speaking code talk
Mix the yeah with the nah
Unky speaking code talk
I'm at the Coney with the chickens, yeah
We spеaking code talk
I'm on telly with my vendor, yеah
We speaking code talk

Nah, you can't talk to me if
You ain't speaking code talk
We got white, we got oranges
This shit look like coleslaw
Red cup full of Z's
Hit this bitch and doze off
Ain't wanna fuck, me, a dub? Bitch, go home
That's yo loss

Talking 'bout a Fraud Bible? Boy
You ain't got no sauce
Ain't conversing with no opp
I be done let the pole talk
Big blick in my skinnies, bitch
I got the pole walk
I got exquisite shopping habit's
Hit the set and blow dog

All this water on my neck
It's hard to turn the hoes off
Man, this bitch hardheaded but
Her ass so soft
He be loving on that bitch but
Me and her for sure talk
Catch him at the corner store
Shoot it up like O-Dog hold on
You really thought we had something? Oh nah
Baby, you know all I ever
Really wanted was yo jaw
If that little head ain't good
Then I'm ignoring yo calls
Seventeen in the Glock but, bitch
I'm letting four off

Gang got yo bitch tryna take her clothes off
Blick with me everywhere, that's my road dawg
Big blick stuck to me
I can't take the pole off
Put this dick on yo bitch just
To take a load off
I'm at the library with books
And we speaking code talk
Mix the yeah with the nah
Unky speaking code talk
I'm at the Coney with the chickens, yeah
We speaking code talk
I'm on telly with my vendor, yeah
We speaking code talk

I see it in yo face, you confused
I know you listening
Don't ask what we talking 'bout
You can't know the business
Tryna go through my telly? Chill out, ho
You tripping she thinking it's my side ho
Really it's my vendor

Told her it's my vendor
She keep thinking it's my side bitch
Blicky poking out the Mike Amiris
This my side kick
I just wanted head but now I'm
Hitting her with side dick this a Trackhawk
Bitch gon' fuck me 'cause my ride lit

She let me smack out the whip, blacked out
We behind tint
Nigga down there passed out but now
His ho is riding dick
All the opps crash dummies
They ain't got no common sense
You got robbed a couple times
We know you a common lick

Just like Warzone
Catch his team? We gon' wipe his clique
Up a twenty on her, know yo bitch
She gon' ride this dick
Brodie seeking every day
The opps like to hide and shit
I be in the motherfucking
Lab like a scientist

Gang got yo bitch tryna take her clothes off
Blick with me everywhere, that's my road dawg
Big blick stuck to me
I can't take the pole off
Put this dick on yo bitch just
To take a load off
I'm at the library with books
And we speaking code talk
Mix the yeah with the nah
Unky speaking code talk
I'm at the Coney with the chickens, yeah
We speaking code talk
I'm on telly with my vendor, yeah
We speaking code talk