Lyrics Code Of Honor - Polo Redd

Yeah
Polo

Yeah my nigga tote that thing, he bout to blow it homie
Big green, Baby Bop got that Barney on em
Hit the scene, got the drop, big Johnny on em
Got the Army on em, what's ya code of honor
Got tired of screaming out "your honor"
Had to boss the fuck up, Big Don on em
No matter where the fuck I go that ex-con on em
They put a fine on em, he had a bond on em

I'm bout to turn up, Lil Jon on em
These niggas step, they blowing up just like a mine on em
She suck my dick and all because I had my mind on her
You wan get rich, make sure your mind sharper than iron homie
Fall in line homie
Don't trust that bitch, she quick to switch, shawty be lying homie
She mop my dick and take a pic, now it's online homie
She cocked this 9 homie, now pay this fine homie
Pick ya head up pimp
Redd why you walk like that, you are not a pimp
Is it cuz of all this ice on my neck that drip
Is it cuz of all these pounds, get ya high like blimps
No sucker shit, I don't fuck wit simps
Whip out the pot like a triple wrist
Sizzle the opps til they burnt to crisp
Minimal flops mean no sentences
Oooooohhh them boys coming
Oooooohhh them boys coming

Yeah my nigga tote that thing, he bout to blow it homie
Big green, Baby Bop got that Barney on em
Hit the scene, got the drop, big Johnny on em
Got the Army on em, what's ya code of honor
Got tired of screaming out "your honor"
Had to boss the fuck up, Big Don on em
No matter where the fuck I go that ex-con on em
They put a fine on em, he had a bond on em