Testo CODES - OddKidOut feat. Macntaj
Testo della canzone CODES (OddKidOut feat. Macntaj), tratta dall'album CODES
Ain't shit certain but death
To make it out of here takes a certain finesse (finesse)
Died tryna 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 gon' 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 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 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 G.O.A.T
It's codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T
It's codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect
Say it with your chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T
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 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 G.O.A.T
It's codes to this shit, you gotta learn to respect
Say it with yur chest when you talk to the G.O.A.T
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Writer(s): Kwabena Boateng, Butch Serianni
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