From Down Bad

歌詞

(Earl on the beat) It's the code Everybody live by the code, it's the code Yeah, hey, hey, brrt Run up an M from down bad Plottin' on hoes I ain't had Percs in my pocket from laundromat My bitch get a bag from her old man Don't judge no one Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (Boom) My son an icon, suck me with my ice on Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon Ride with my niggas, they ridin' for sure (For sure) Your old nigga act like a ho Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (Brrt) We can just see where it go My lil' baby get high, ayy She off two tens, she living like Scotty Moving her body, now she up at Follies My Mexican bitch up in Phoenix, she looking like Barkley, ayy Fuck on that bitch in the whip, the Maybach like an RV (Skrrt), mmh Lil' nigga, you wasn't gang when the gang called me RD One second (Uh) I'm with them sodiers now (Uh) Running up bags, how? (Uh) Everyone know me now Run up an M from down bad (Let's go) Plottin' on hoes I ain't had (Yeah) Percs in my pocket from laundromat (Yeah) My bitch get a bag from her old man (Yeah) Don't judge no one (Nah) Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (Boom) My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund (Run it up) The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon I know they need me Without me, they square as a TV (Facts) Like me and leave me I'ma be rich 'til I D-I-E These niggas act like the CIA Too calm being broke, must be off the CBD (Yeah) Earrings like DVDs I do VVs, these niggas do CZs (Yeah) That's why when you see them, you do not see me (Go) Niggas be big Crips, still wanna be me I'm tryna fuck, don't take up my evening I want that top, seasoning From the four-four, with so Big Draco gon' blow (Boom) Run up an M from down bad (Yeah) Plottin' on hoes I ain't had Percs in my pocket from laundromat My bitch get a bag from her old man Don't judge no one (No, no) Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin' someone She ridin' dick (Yeah), and her best friend shotgun (Yeah) My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on (Oh, yeah) Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon