G C O D E

TitleG C O D E
ArtistHabibiWOO
AlbumU P G R A D E SZN
Release Date2022-07-05
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Lyrics(Intro)
‘Bail’
Taliban Woo

(Hook)
Rich nigga keep a freak hoe
Got my shooter playing point guard like he D Rose
I can feel the opps looking at me through the peep hole
Run the money up, I tell my niggas that I need more
Ride for me, I ride for you, we sticking to the G Code
I don’t trust you bitches, I don’t even wanna see hoes
Try me you get two shots like I’m standing from the free throw
Take her in the backroom and she started giving deep throat
Riding for my brother, yeah we sticking to the G Code
(Verse)
Niggas be switching on they partners for a couple dollas
Bitch we ain’t talking, we gon bring the drama
That’s on my momma we were ready when it’s for the commas
My foreign bitch, she fuck me good we eat at Benihana’s
I can from nothing, try and take it than you gotta kill me
She see my beard, she like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
I’m off the drink, I spill the cup, my cup is full of sticky
She mix the Molly with the liquor, now she acting silly
Say fuck a job, I’m with my niggas we gon run it up
Don’t give a fuck bout what you think, we need all the bucks
That nigga lamе, look like a stain, I might leave him stuck
I'm on the road, still layin' low, the cops be on my nuts
I poured a four inside my sprite and now I'm leanin' over
He got her drunk, that nigga mad because I fucked her sober
I'm feelin' lucky, smokin' gas, this that four leaf clover
Yes you can suck me, then you leavin' you ain't stayin' over

(Hook)
Rich nigga keep a freak hoe
Got my shooter playing point guard like he D Rose
I can feel the opps looking at me through the peep hole
Run the money up, I tell my niggas that I need more
Ride for me, I ride for you, we sticking to the G Code
I don’t trust you bitches, I don’t even wanna see hoes
Try me you get two shots like I’m standing from the free throw
Take her in the backroom and she started giving deep throat
Riding for my brother, yeah we sticking to the G Code
You might also like(Verse)
Niggas be hatin' from a distance cause they bitches love it
How you talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
I'm cookin' up, that's why they mad, my shit fresh out the oven
Don't do no talkin', nor discussion, most these niggas bluffin'
I made my way, I'm on my way, now they all in my face
I work too hard, don't need no feature, look at my fanbase
These niggas plottin' gotta watch em, tryna build a case
She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste

(Hook)
Rich nigga keep a freak hoe
Got my shooter playing point guard like he D Rose
I can feel the opps looking at me through the peep hole
Run the money up, I tell my niggas that I need more
Ride for me, I ride for you, we sticking to the G Code
I don’t trust you bitches, I don’t even wanna see hoes
Try me you get two shots like I’m standing from the free throw
Take her in the backroom and she started giving deep throat
Riding for my brother, yeah we sticking to the G Code