OddKidOut, Macntaj - CODES lyrics
[OddKidOut, Macntaj - CODES lyrics]
Ain't shit certain but death
To make it out of here
Takes a certain finesse
Died trying to earn him a rep
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Really I'll turn up for less
Like who now? It ain't even worth it to guess
Your man gone
Now you looking nervous and next
And you gonna end up right with him
On a shirt with some text
I'ma burn up a check
Let my little Brody cook him
He a personal chef
That nigga learned from the best
Got a plug in the Carolinas
I ain't personally met
But if you ain't paying homage
I'ma sеrvice the debt
You know I'm lockеd with the steppers
You niggas not with the pressure
The bully bark from the cupboard
That fully stock on the dresser
I'll pull his card, he a sucker
You know we rockin' the leather
My nigga's not finna let up
He on ya block with the extras
Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang
A little Internet fame got his ass flamed
I told Ameer bust it down
Leave the back plain
That's why this bitch in my
Whip got your last name
Two down, one up top on the four
Leave the car running
Little Cuddy knock on the door
Why the ones ain't 'bout it
Stay talking the most?
At least say it with your chest
When you talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT
I'ma burn up a check
Let my little Brody cook him
He a personal chef
That nigga learned from the best
Got a plug in the Carolinas
I ain't personally met
But if you ain't paying homage
I'ma service the debt
You know I'm locked with the steppers
You niggas not with the pressure
The bully bark from the cupboard
That fully stock on the dresser
I'll pull his card, he a sucker
You know we rockin' the leather
My nigga's not finna let up
He on ya block with the extras
Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang
A little Internet fame got his ass flamed
I told Ameer bust it down
Leave the back plain
That's why this bitch in my
Whip got your last name
Two down, one up top on the four
Leave the car running
Little Cuddy knock on the door
Why the ones ain't 'bout it
Stay talking the most?
At least say it with your chest
When you talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT
To make it out of here
Takes a certain finesse
Died trying to earn him a rep
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Really I'll turn up for less
Like who now? It ain't even worth it to guess
Your man gone
Now you looking nervous and next
And you gonna end up right with him
On a shirt with some text
I'ma burn up a check
Let my little Brody cook him
He a personal chef
That nigga learned from the best
Got a plug in the Carolinas
I ain't personally met
But if you ain't paying homage
I'ma sеrvice the debt
You know I'm lockеd with the steppers
You niggas not with the pressure
The bully bark from the cupboard
That fully stock on the dresser
I'll pull his card, he a sucker
You know we rockin' the leather
My nigga's not finna let up
He on ya block with the extras
Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang
A little Internet fame got his ass flamed
I told Ameer bust it down
Leave the back plain
That's why this bitch in my
Whip got your last name
Two down, one up top on the four
Leave the car running
Little Cuddy knock on the door
Why the ones ain't 'bout it
Stay talking the most?
At least say it with your chest
When you talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT
I'ma burn up a check
Let my little Brody cook him
He a personal chef
That nigga learned from the best
Got a plug in the Carolinas
I ain't personally met
But if you ain't paying homage
I'ma service the debt
You know I'm locked with the steppers
You niggas not with the pressure
The bully bark from the cupboard
That fully stock on the dresser
I'll pull his card, he a sucker
You know we rockin' the leather
My nigga's not finna let up
He on ya block with the extras
Little twizzy on a stain, you can ask gang
A little Internet fame got his ass flamed
I told Ameer bust it down
Leave the back plain
That's why this bitch in my
Whip got your last name
Two down, one up top on the four
Leave the car running
Little Cuddy knock on the door
Why the ones ain't 'bout it
Stay talking the most?
At least say it with your chest
When you talk to the GOAT
It's codes to this shit
You gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when
You talk to the GOAT