The Code - Memphis Bleek

Tell them romies who stink, all I need is a drink

Tell shawty come here, I need something to squeeze

Look at her, she bad, louie shoes and the bag

She asked me what was my name

I told her whole lot of cash

All I need is some ace, tell em bring me a case

If they ain’t got it then brown

I preffer deuce say

Balle sneaks on my feet, make the outfit complete

And what I hold on my hip, it makes you cowards retreat

Everything turnt up, with my team turnt up

And I lean, like I’m on promethezene, word up

Tell my rodie roll up, show these shawties roll love

And I been drinking from the bottle while I’m holding this cup

I’m on that 1,2, that’s the ace deuce

And I don’t dance I just got a 1,2

I get a bad bitch everytime I come through

And I touch paper like a bank teller do

And I got my weed rolled, got 2 bad hoes

Got a stereophone cup sipping the coke slow

Repping bk still, niggas know how it go

I got a stereophone cups sipping the coke slow

Let’s go

So many bad bitches in here man, I’m confused

Tell shawty shake it, like she having a seizure

Hit it once and forgot her, I done caught the amnesia

Ask these niggas who want it, I’m the realest that done it

These niggas out here keep it 80 me, I keep it 100

On that deuce I be trippin, niggas say I don’t listen

Mama say I’m follow women, grandma say I was pimping

Groupie hoes catch feelings, me I’m sort of a villain

Fuck the walls in that box, her shit ain’t got no ceiling

Like the coupe I whip, I need soup I sip

Whole team rock hoods, on that trevon shit

Hit the club and I ball, I end up spending it all

Bad bitches with the tan, niggas know what we on

I lay low for a minute, now I’m back in the spot

I don’t throw off liquor, but I throw off rock

I’m still propellor fly, my marting margellas on

My deuce, mixed with the goose, that’s what’s in my stereophone

My bitch bad like a bully, niggas mad like how could he

Make the moves like he do, he keep it hood with no hoodie

When I’m gone on that ace, you can tell on my face

That I’m fucked up, and I need a bitch to fuck in new ways

I mean, show me shit I never seen

Come and hop upon this dick like you hop in them jeans

I ain’t playing, fuck real love

Come fuck a real thug, and I do that code

That’s what you need