Ask about me, yeah they know me, Lil OT get guap
Lift my wrist up, that b#tch lit up, filled with VS rocks
I don’t wanna die but if I gotta go then I’m bangin that sh#t out like Ox
And I have them killers outside of your spot
They jump out the trashcan, Oscar the Grouch
And this b#tch on my dick, she think she rubbin it, but that’s the Glock
Sent my favorite fiend inside the Rite-Aid, he came out with Wok
How you f#ckin with that n#gg#, baby? Yeah you know he told
Sorry, we not goin in the club unless we got our poles
Yeah, I know I just got shot but look we got a n#gg# gone
Lil brodie in his prime and he gon bang like Derrick Rosе
Brodie spin they block, and if they lack thеy gettin shot
Lil bro he only 12, he hit a n#gg# every drop
Chase a n#gg# down, if he fall, stand on top
We be stickin to that code, we ain talkin to no cops
Hit that n#gg# in his head then we watch his brains pop
We been spinnin days like back to back, make n#gg#s change blocks
Ask about me, yeah they know me, Lil OT get guap
Lift my wrist up, that b#tch lit up, filled with VS rocks
I don’t wanna die but if I gotta go then I’m bangin that sh#t out like Ox
And I have them killers outside of your spot
They jump out the trashcan, Oscar the Grouch
And this b#tch on my dick, she think she rubbin it, but that’s the Glock
Sent my favorite fiend inside the Rite-Aid, he came out with Wok
I been gettin so much f#ckin money, we run through the bands
My cup dark as f#ck, this b#tch look like Gucci Mane
n#gg#s be talkin too much, they askin questions shh, keep it quiet
Broski got a Glock, spit dragonballs, make em start a fire
We did a show in another state, we had them Glocks on our hip, f#ck a tire
One of my homies done fell in love with murder, he think he Chris off the Wire
Uh, plus n#gg#s keep talkin bout drip, shut up
I spent a stack on socks out Miami, I went straight outta Kith
We leave you one eyed like Slick
I mix the Louie with Rick
This b#tch feelin the drip
This b#tch feelin the drip
Ask about me, yeah they know me, Lil OT get guap
Lift my wrist up, that b#tch lit up, filled with VS rocks
I don’t wanna die but if I gotta go then I’m bangin that sh#t out like Ox
And I have them killers outside of your spot
They jump out the trashcan, Oscar the Grouch
And this b#tch on my dick, she think she rubbin it, but that’s the Glock
Sent my favorite fiend inside the Rite-Aid, he came out with Wok
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NR3 Lyrics – The Code