Stick to the Code lyrics

by

Ca$h Out


[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside
You ain't ever been in the boat, n*gga, you livin' a lie
I put my wrist in the bowl, she said my jewelry so froze
I keep it tucked on the low, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I put my wrist in the boll, she said my jewelry so froze
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]
I pull up, four-eighty-eight
I'm pullin up with the K
I put the bricks in the mansion
I'm always talkin' 'bout expansion
VVS's in the wine, now she gettin' romantic
She talkin' 'bout what she gon' do to me
I told her I think you're usin' me
These n*ggas, they really confusin' me
They say you doin' them, they doin' me
The lawsuit say I'm goin' in
I can't believe these n*ggas suin' me
You know I had a long talk with D
I'm 'bout to level up, bruh
[?] better bruh, bruh
I gotta get the Bentley truck
I gotta keep the semi tucked
I gotta give 'em a tummy tuck
Sippin' Jose with some Guapo
f*ck a hater, n*gga, run it up
Usain Bolt, runnin' laps around these n*ggas
They they runner up
Boy, I heard your shooter snitchin'
Hey, hey, hey, hey, put your gunner up
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside
You ain't ever been in the boat, n*gga, you livin' a lie
I put my wrist in the bowl, she said my jewelry so froze
I keep it tucked on the low, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I put my wrist in the boll, she said my jewelry so froze
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside

[Verse 2: Ralo]
Look at these foreigns outside
Tell me which one I'ma ride
I don't have time to decide
Soon as it drop, I'ma buy
All of these rappers be rappin' a lie
Play with my n*ggas, these n*ggas gon' die
I'm the lil' n*gga that lil' n*ggas ain't try
If I got tried he wouldn't be alive
Don't none of these n*ggas compare to us
Who the f*ck wanna battle us?
Future told me they gon' tell on us
Every shooter with me better bust
No, we ain't pullin' up playin'
I promise my shooters shoot on command
I slap these n*ggas sayin' they want the man
I do what I want, you do what you can, yeah
I done got up and I never fell
A n*gga play, I'm goin' back to jail
Every b*tch I f*ck bad as hell
I got more stripes than a Bali bear
Tell all them haters they goin' in the air
I got some powders that I wanna sell
I got some ice, it will never melt
f*ck how you feel, look how I felt (Ralo)
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside
You ain't ever been in the boat, n*gga, you livin' a lie
I put my wrist in the bowl, she said my jewelry so froze
I keep it tucked on the low, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I put my wrist in the boll, she said my jewelry so froze
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside

[Verse 3: Sahbabii]
Limousine, red beam
Quarantine to these
Four-five in my skinny jeans
Headshot, n*gga, f*ck your dreams
These n*ggas sweet like a sixteen
I'm at your neck like a guillotine
Break the ho back then I kill her knees
Two blocks, call it double G
Chopper sting like a hundred bee
We got more sticks than a hundred trees
Y'all fallin' off like a hundred leaves
She spit on that di*k like she ate some pee
Clip long, Yao Ming
Friday the thirteenth
We shoot it out with any team
Demon child shoot up anything
b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' monster
b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' shotter
Mob sh*t, don dada
We leave you red like a lobster
Like some popcorn, we gon' pop you
Like a boxer, I'ma drop ya
Peach coupe look like cobbler
Smooth n*gga, Mr. Rogers
[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside
You ain't ever been in the boat, n*gga, you livin' a lie
I put my wrist in the bowl, she said my jewelry so froze
I keep it tucked on the low, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I gotta stick to the code, I gotta stick to the code
I put my wrist in the boll, she said my jewelry so froze
No way I'm pullin' up playin', look at these foreigns outside
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