Текст песни G Code - Elvae

Stick to the plan, that's the rule in the G code
Be your brothers keeper, no matter how shit goes
You walk a fine line, when you standin on 10 toes
Hard to trust niggas that you know, but dont know
They head in the clouds, and nose deep in the snow
Type that lose count, and ya money come up short
Grimy ass niggas are always on go ready to hit a lick
Tootie pop them a bankroll 4-5 on my hip, first comes the 4-4
Do you feel lucky punk wont ask ya no moe
5 shots leave you bloody, 6th you in a crypt
Let's not forget the 4-5 on my hip pop off 7
With the last I'm John Wick pull off on the cops
Switch the car's up quick I ain't going back to jail
You can all suck my dick
We all gonna die before i do that shit
What's with all that moving young nigga your doing back flips
Your making me nervous
When I'm nervous you know how i get
You actin real funny starting to tremble and to fidget
Been peeping your movements
Yea im noticing all the difference
Coke got you wired yea I see that you trippin
He wants us to stop
Being consistent with his insistence
Working my nerves with all his persistence
Mouth digging a grave
He bout to end up missing
Bitch stop moving, before you get dropped
Fingers real itchy, I keep my gun cocked
Empty ya pockets, rings, chains and watch
If you dont have much, we'll take what you got
They always want the smoke until the heat in they lungs
And they staring at the filed off numbers of a gun
While riding with the sawed off
Taped in the trunk
All you hear is muah muah
Wonder what he wants
Gotta be psycho to think a dead man's thoughts
Dont play with my money
Its worst than a nigga running his mouth
Now you swimming with fishes
Cause you were searching for some clot
Enjoy this ride the bumby roads in the south
Heard ya head thump bit your tongue it's to late now
Bit off more than you can chew
Swallowing the truth remind me to take your jaw
Cant id by a tooth should already be loose
Not much longer now then it's nighty night
Poof goodbye to a stranger lullaby time
Got the stranger in danger
Owed the wrong one I hear him calling for his savior
Funny how death is what made you bow at his ankles
The rivers mighty quiet the alligators must be hungry
Get your ass out my trunk ain't shit sweet or funny
Crawl your ass to the bank you take me for a dummy
Fuck excuses and your crying I dont play bout my money
Take it like a man you deserve all this lead
Look where this lead you were fed
Now you really getting fed
Cash rules everything around me cream
Where my cake at
Slice of ya pie lil nigga
Bitch stop moving before you get dropped
Fingers real itchy I keep my gun cocked
Empty ya pockets, rings, chains and watch
If you dont have much, we'll take what you got
They always want the smoked until the heat in they lungs
And they staring at the filed off numbers of a gun
While riding with the sawed off
Taped in the trunk
All you hear is muah muah
Wonder what he wants...