The Code

Tray Savage Verse 1x Ride up and I pop that 40 on me no kick back Drop his ass then forget that Smoking dope while I lay back Esco bitch we go way back A lot of money with a lot of smoke A lot of money with a lot of hoes Banded up, that's a lot of Hoes Foreign ride Truck full of hoes With the mac start dropping roles Let off shots make his body fall Take him down, pipe to his nose Run that bread need his bank roles With the hard so I lock and load Mask up, can't stand the smoke Kush smoke that's a lot of smoke EscoBar Verse 1x Kush smoke that's a lot of smoke I smoke kush, I dont smoke legur Got cold dean all in my cup She is feeling me, she wants to know What's up, I can judge these niggas I can judge these hoes And I count money and I love to smoke And the 305, I be with my bros And Chiraq we got the poles That loud pack, I blow the oaks Broke niggas you kn ow the code You wifey she be off the poles I can't trust these bitches, I can't trust a soul Broke niggas don't know the code Am a young nigga I live by the code Ahhhhhh