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tpl - g-code lyrics

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[verse 1: o’mizz & jojo]
armed and deadly, let me show you ’bout steady (let’s go)
late night masked up like freddy
bro’s jason the way he swings his ‘chete, like
have you heard about eddy?
2 twins got done up in eddy (yeah)
it weren’t us but my sinners were ready
it was a drop, bro held that steady, like
bodies gettin’ dropped, in the courtroom
paigons name droppin’, like
then it was 6 for shoppin’
but nowadays 16 when i lock it, like

[verse 2: jojo]
16 in my gun (uh+uh)
and i still got 6ix in my lungs
still pray for switching drum, this camz tastes just like runts
trynna’ run from the gun, are you f+cking dumb? (argh)
fat boy tryna run and he still got bun (argh)
trap try run and he still got bun (bow)
i heard bees in the trap, so lerkz got bun
can’t come to my trap i got loaded ones
pretty little face still holds my + (uh)
pretty little face still holds my + (uh)
can’t say that one, cah’ the feds too much
[chorus: o’mizz]
can’t say that one, i don’t know who’s listenin’ (shh, shh)
someone didn’t make it back, didn’t make it back, tell the pickneys christening
i know you not stick to the g+code, but somebody in court didn’t listen (rats)
on the drill, someone snitched, clearly you didn’t complete that mission
free my silent ones locked in prison

[verse 3: jojo]
like, free my silent ones locked in cells (free ’em)
i know tourin’ patternin’ felts
mini got bored and screamed out “help!” (help)
yo, i couldn’t help it, had to decrease health (argh)
100 bags, yeah i increase wealth (uh+uh)
30 pounds for them ruger bells
but the .32 auto+s burn like h+ll
astaghfirullah, i did that well

[verse 4: o’mizz]
got drillers on bikes, got drillers in cars
sneak diss on the g+s, then we’re drillin’ your’ clart (ay, drill it)
[?] held 2 to the heart
now the opps sighing, like “who did him up?” (i don’t know)
i ain’t gotta’ say names, just google him up
b+tch trynna’ line me, i ain’t stupid enough
boyfriend tripped, ran out of luck
opps chillin’ with rats, while the g+s locked up (mhm)
[verse 5: jojo & o’mizz]
one got splashed in the t broad day
but i’m [?] from this lato+haze
we caught this one and they can’t get back
cah’ they went right into his grave (wrong way)
friends run off on the mains (don’t do that)
2 got done broad day (oh yeah)
ironic, cah’ he felt that rain
2 to the chest, don’t cough like bane

[chorus: o’mizz]
can’t say that one, i don’t know who’s listenin’ (shh, shh)
someone didn’t make it back, didn’t make it back, tell the pickneys christening
i know you not stick to the g+code, but somebody in court didn’t listen (rats)
on the drill, someone snitched, clearly you didn’t complete that mission
free my silent ones locked in prison

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