Lawless lyrics

[Intro]
Roll that 'Wood up, fool
Roll that dope up, Splatt (Roll this sh*t up, Splatt)
[?] Marvin, that mojo (Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I'm with Tre

[Chorus]
Live by the code, that's slime
I run Memphis, city mine (City)
392, how I ride
Ain't f*ckin' that b*tch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head)
Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin')
Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead)
Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet)
My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads)
.308 f*cked him up, hit his spine
Russian AK with the box and knife
Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah)
Thinkin' with his di*k, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split)
Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin'
I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (Yeah)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (sh*t get ugly)

[Verse 1]
Cross sh*t out with the quickness (Crossover)
Up, shoot first, automatic be my blicky (Get up, boy)
5.56 and switches
Amiri jeans, fifty racks stuffed up my britches (Like, stuffed, yeah)
Still in the trenches (Still on the block)
Got car, dope, gun, n*gga better not play with me (Got that sh*t out here)
Micro with a sixty (Sixty-round)
n*gga know not to mention I'm bringin' the hits in (Better not play sh*t)
Money over b*tches (Money over b*tches)
I'm really the mafia, lay down the city (I'm that n*gga)
Promotin' the drillin' (Drillin')
My young n*ggas ignorant, they robbin' and stealin' (Boy, keep goin')
ATL keep spinnin' (f*ck 12)
Snatch fourteen more for breakin' and enterin'
BMF in Memphis (Yeah, yeah)
Free CThirty, I know he ain't don't no snitchin' (Free the guys)
[?] Marvin, n*gga, we trust
f*ck around, spin out the Rolls-Royce bus (I just tripped)
Damn, I miss Trouble (Double R)
No extension, red gut (Yeah, yeah)
Red velvet cake b*tch get cut (What you do?)
Eat di*k first day, she a sl*t
Keep poppin' these Percs, Addy keep me up
Tryna go in my pocket (What?), that glizzy I up (I up it)
[Chorus]
Live by the code, that's slime
I run Memphis, city mine (City)
392, how I ride
Ain't f*ckin' that b*tch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head)
Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin')
Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead)
Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet)
My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads)
.308 f*cked him up, hit his spine
Russian AK with the box and knife
Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah)
Thinkin' with his di*k, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split)
Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin'
I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (Yeah)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (sh*t get ugly)

[Verse 2]
Poked for your move, this chopper shootin' now
.56, six-two cut every time
Our opps dead, make channel 3, that's mine
S-L-I-M-E, that's slime
Ooh, I pop sh*t every time
Mismatched designer, I ain't even tryin'
She a city girl, so I'm playin' with her mind
One night her off the Perc', break her spine
Live like Al Pacino, real life, where mine?
Tote your fire for nothin', you gon' die with your iron
If I tell you, "Te amo," for sure know we tied
The mafia, murder and love, n*gga die
I ain't takin' the risk, n*gga if it ain't high
Really want ten, five get your four-ball
Put some sauce on it for the extra
I don't drink liquor, but I'm chasin' with shots
Green tips on his ass got him hot
We them firsts with the switch on the choppers
It's okay, he ain't see the doctor
Crime scene, n*gga left his partner
We live by that code, might send a message through emoji
Cold take down, all pins knocked down, strike him out, that's bowlin'
[Chorus]
Live by the code, that's slime
I run Memphis, city mine (City)
392, how I ride
Ain't f*ckin' that b*tch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head)
Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin')
Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead)
Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet)
My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads)
.308 f*cked him up, hit his spine
Russian AK with the box and knife
Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah)
Thinkin' with his di*k, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split)
Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin'
I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (Yeah)
From Tate to Mississippi, this sh*t get violent (sh*t get ugly)