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[Verse1: B.A Badd] I'm dappin' lame niggas with the left hand I stretch grams, and leave opps in the spital with a bedpan I don't care about the hood you claim and ma fuck ya dead mans Ya shooters, not shooters and ya youngin won't get you less than 10 behind the iron gate, that pussy wouldn't slide on base Why you so aggressive rapping, boy, you looking out of place Now you say you know the plug, why you supplying weight Never took it out of state, u probably couldn't provide an 8th You need to get ya lying straight before you crib outlined with tape I heard you told up on ya case, it's fuck you till your dying day And the day after that, and the day after that If you can't comprehend it then you aren't from my habitat Story we ain't jacking that Rollie on then we jacking that Chain on then I'm snatching Hit the club then hit the cabbage patch Shorty cute, I'm smashing that Kept my boots on and my hat attached Once I'm done I pass her back Kill the booth when I speak these facts (Badd) [Chorus: B.A Badd] Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that Put it on the stove where my apron at I put it on my soul, I ain't faking jacks I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that Put it on the stove where my apron at I put it on my soul, I ain't faking jacks I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Yo, you niggas frauding when you recording You only know the plug because you gave him a small fortune of what you're snorting But let you tell it, son, you're the boss man Fuck nigga, your mother should of had an abortion I'm tearing heads the fuck off until I'm pulling the Porsche in the red Carrera Got smoke for whoever in this era Bet whatever, you off the roof like Christ bearer Got stripes like an off white sweater You got better but ya shit still trash The gun handle is rubber but I still crack ya forehead with the steel half If you holding any work or jewels then we steal that You heard I been shitting on these niggas its still that And ain't shit changing up Still got em in the spot taking bumps Bags full of flake we exchange for bumps Know wild niggas dippin' boogies in the angel dust Squares try angles but they will never be the same as us [Chorus: B.A Badd] Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that Put it on the stove where my apron at I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that Put it on the stove where my apron at I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts ( repeat 2x)