G Code

[Intro: Young Thug] Me and Metro, up late night man, [?] be in here too We just high as hell, we just recording Let's do it [Chorus: Young Thug] Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know Run it up [Verse 1: Young Thug] Oh-oh, run it up Sell Backwoods, we hustle I need weed, I need lean, it's a must Catch a ho, leave her stained, no must Ooh, nigga money long like a bus Fuck the other side, they ain't leanin', they ain't drinkin' Tuss' Ooh, nigga bitch wanna fuckin' lust Ooh, and I'ma pay for her school Niggas sick of takin' Ls, he never renewed I put birds inside a car, now that's a chicken coupe C4 bleedin' like a fool, I'm too damn bool Bought a mink and put it on like I live at the zoo Hannah Montana, got me muggin' and bustin' Got a crush on my cousin YSL 'til I'm dead and dusty, I promise it's nothin' Whole lot of hunnids, lot of bills in a rubber band, I keep 'em by the dozen And your mink ain't real, call 46 hundred, and it's kinda fluffy [Chorus: Young Thug] Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know Run it up [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Too much money, only one dick, too much honeys Five on the dick but two run from me I leave that pussy hot like a cat in the oven, ooh Now we at the derby Tubs on my man, that's a young rastafari Find me a tall, what deep, burger [?] In your bitch jaws like a dentist, I'm so sorry I be a you tumbling, tumbling hoes Couple of bamboos done fucked up my dough Head in a cup for a nigga that's ghost But when you get money, that's the way it go Got me a model bitch, 'cane in her nose Chop the moolah, yeah, she came with the clothes Yves Saint Laurent is the right clothes I just can't get my shit else no where on the globe Straight off the runway and not at a show Straight out of Harlem, I came to explode Feel like outside it's a hit everywhere I go Feel like I'm trill, I can't fuck with our flow Better hop on the boat Cut to my block, better tuck in your dope 'Cause my niggas like bitches with 40 below I said do not sleep with a nigga like 40 below [Chorus: Young Thug] Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know Run it up