Codes

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Lil Happy Lil Sad
I always make tracks, oh
I always make tracks, oh
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I always make tracks, pray for cash, fill up gas in the coupe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue (Yeah)
Versace bomber black, she a snack (Yeah)
Make me slack, lil' hoe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need her home to stay in control (Yeah)
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags (Yeah)
Now my hands full of gold (Yeah, yeah)
I walked an intense road (Yeah)
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool (Yeah, yеah)
I'm a creep but she cool (Yeah)
Talk in codes 'causе we both closed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Do anything for my bitch (Bitch), she's a reason to get rich (Rich)
You try do any harm (Harm), dump your body in a ditch (Bump, bump, bump, bump)
I love thighs, skinny, thick (Yeah)
Making money, give me kicks
She drool all on my dick (Yeah)
Then her face full of her spit
I remember back in class (Yeah), sneaky touching on her ass
We couldn't let 'em know, I was with another boo (Oh)
Even did shit in her room (Yeah)
That some shit we can't undo (Yeah)
But I wouldn't if I could
We were young and I craved fruit (Oh)
I was failing school, I said, "Fuck this" (Fuck this)
I dropped out and sold dope to make music (Yeah)
Got tattoos, everybody said I'm stupid (Oh)
So anywhere I went I was excluded (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'cause I'm rich and I drip now (Yeah)
Gucci belt, Hugo Boss on my sweatpants (Oh)
And my bitch never left, never switched sides (No)
Ride or die, Bonnie Clyde, we have close ties, yeah

[Chorus]
I always make tracks, pray for cash, fill up gas in the coupe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue (Yeah)
Versace bomber black, she a snack (Yeah)
Make me slack, lil' hoe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need her home to stay in control (Yeah)
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags (Yeah)
Now my hands full of gold (Yeah, yeah)
I walked an intense road (Yeah)
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a creep but she cool (Yeah)
Talk in codes 'cause we both closed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I always make tracks, pray for cash, fill up gas in the coupe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue (Yeah)
Versace bomber black, she a snack (Yeah)
Make me slack, lil' hoe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need her home to stay in control (Yeah)
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags (Yeah)
Now my hands full of gold (Yeah, yeah)
I walked an intense road (Yeah)
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a creep but she cool (Yeah)
Talk in codes 'cause we both closed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)