Street Code lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
Ayy, Tay Keith, this sh*t hard as f*ck, n*gga (Boom, boom, boom)
We stick to the code, n*gga (Yeah), ain't no talkin' 'bout no murders (Nah)
If it's up, then we gon' purge 'em (Boom), put that pus*y in a hearse then (Blrrt)
I got youngins tryna stretch somethin', 30s pokin' out the jeans
Ain't no talkin', ain't no textin', b*tch, we pull up with them beams (Huh?)

[Verse 1: King Von]
All my opps be duckin' smoke, I swear these n*ggas cappin' (Cap)
Caught him lackin' at the store, we left his body nappin' (Boom)
b*tch, I came up out them trenches, ain't no love inside my heart (Nah)
If he reach, I let it spark, give his ass a body part (Boom, boom)
Yeah, thеse hollows burn his chest, bet that pus*y feel thе flame (b*tch)
We don't do no talkin', we just pop out, let it bang (Boom)
b*tch, I'm posted with them killers, yeah, them savages insane (Gang)
If you speak up on my name, we leave his body with no brain (Blrrt, boom)

[Verse 2: OG Drex]
Ayy, f*ck a diss, I send a hit, they know we stand on business (pus*y)
Mask up in the trenches, if we catch him, leave no witness (Boom)
n*gga thought he had a pass, now he fightin’ for his breath (Huh?)
Talkin’ tough up on the 'Gram, we left that pus*y boy for dead (Blrrt, blrrt)
f*ck the opps, we spin they block, this choppa shake his spine up (Boom)
Put his body in a box, tell his mama "Time up" (pus*y)
I ain't never fear no n*gga, b*tch, I'm cutthroat with this sh*t (Yeah)
Drop the addy, we gon’ blitz, turn his block into a pit (Boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 3: Big Slade]
n*gga, I don’t play 'bout gang, b*tch, we shoot first, f*ck a name (Boom)
Hollows ate his chest up, now his body full of pain (Huh?)
Told that b*tch, "Don’t call my phone," I just f*cked, don’t know her name (Yeah)
If I ever go back broke, I’m kickin' doors, snatchin’ chains (Blrrt)
n*ggas cappin’ in they raps, but in the streets, they ain't on sh*t (Huh?)
Let this F&N talk loud, introduce 'em to the switch (Boom, boom)
b*tch, we out here catchin' bodies, ain't no talkin’, we just slide (Nah)
Caught his ass, he tried to run, but all my shooters know to drive (Skrrt)

[Verse 4: King Von]
Ayy, pick his ass up off the ground, he ain’t gettin’ up (Nah)
How the f*ck he claim he steppin', but he still ain't hit at us? (pus*y)
Every time we slide, it’s bodies droppin', ain't no duckin' smoke (Boom)
Caught his partner lackin', so we had to up the scope (Blrrt)
b*tch, my n*ggas ruthless, they gon' step without a second thought (Yeah)
Put that choppa to his temple, bet his stupid ass get lost (Boom, boom)
n*gga tried to run, but he got caught up in that cross (Yeah)
Had to show his ass, ain't no way that we takin' loss (Gang)

[Verse 5: OG Drex]
They ain't never been no killers, all these n*ggas Twitter beefin' (Cap)
Pull up with that mop, leave a pus*y n*gga leakin' (Blrrt)
Yeah, my n*ggas poppin' percs, but they still be tweakin' (Yeah)
Heard his ass was talkin' tough, now his mama screamin' Jesus (Boom)
f*ck the law, we get it done, n*gga, I ain't never lack (Nah)
Had to double back and spin again just to make sure he whack (Boom)
They ain't never shot at us, 'cause they know how we react (Blrrt)
Tryna play with us? b*tch, you know that sh*t gon’ get you clapped (Boom)
[Verse 6: Big Slade]
b*tch, I keep a Draco, let it spit just like a preacher (Boom)
If I up it, best believe that b*tch gon’ turn you to a bleeder (Huh?)
I ain't into talkin', b*tch, my glizzy got a speaker (Boom)
n*gga tried to duck, we sent them bullets through his T-shirt (Blrrt)
b*tch, I’m from the trenches, we don't post without a pole (Nah)
Choppa hit his chest, now that pus*y lookin' cold (Boom)
We ain't showin' mercy, b*tch, we send 'em to the Lord (Blrrt)
Yeah, my youngins doin’ drills, they ain't never gettin' bored (pus*y)

[Outro: King Von]
b*tch, we stick to street codes, ain't no talkin' to the feds (Nah)
If we catch a opp lackin', then we fill him up with lead (Boom)
Ain’t no peace, it's war time, all my n*ggas want 'em dead (Gang)
Tell his mama, "Cry now," should've told him what he said (Blrrt, boom)