From Down Bad By Lil Yachty
(Earl on the beat)
It’s the code
Everybody live by the code, it’s the code
Yeah, hey, hey, brrt
Run up an M from down bad
Plottin’ on hoes I ain’t had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My *** get a bag from her old man
Don’t judge no one
Don’t pull up if you ain’t ***’ someone
She ridin’ *** and her best friend shotgun (Boom)
My son an icon, suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don’t fall out ’bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon
Ride with my niggas, they ridin’ for sure (For sure)
Your old *** act like a ho
Tell him my FN turn exes to O’s (Brrt)
We can just see where it go
My lil’ baby get ***, ayy
She off two tens, she living like Scotty
Moving her body, now she up at Follies
My Mexican *** up in Phoenix, she looking like Barkley, ayy
*** on that *** in the whip, the Maybach like an RV (Skrrt), mmh
Lil’ ***, you wasn’t gang when the gang called me RD
One second (Uh)
I’m with them sodiers now (Uh)
Running up bags, how? (Uh)
Everyone know me now
Run up an M from down bad (Let’s go)
Plottin’ on hoes I ain’t had (Yeah)
Percs in my pocket from laundromat (Yeah)
My *** get a bag from her old man (Yeah)
Don’t judge no one (Nah)
Don’t pull up if you ain’t ***’ someone
She ridin’ *** and her best friend shotgun (Boom)
My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don’t fall out ’bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund (Run it up)
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon
I know they need me
Without me, they square as a TV (Facts)
Like me and leave me
I’ma be rich ’til I D-I-E
These niggas act like the CIA
Too calm being broke, must be off the CBD (Yeah)
Earrings like DVDs
I do VVs, these niggas do CZs (Yeah)
That’s why when you see them, you do not see me (Go)
Niggas be big Crips, still wanna be me
I’m tryna ***, don’t take up my evening
I want that top, seasoning
From the four-four, with so
Big Draco gon’ blow (Boom)
Run up an M from down bad (Yeah)
Plottin’ on hoes I ain’t had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My *** get a bag from her old man
Don’t judge no one (No, no)
Don’t pull up if you ain’t ***’ someone
She ridin’ *** (Yeah), and her best friend shotgun (Yeah)
My son an icon (Yeah), suck me with my ice on (Oh, yeah)
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don’t fall out ’bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon
