[Verse1: B.A Badd]

I'm dappin' lame niggas with the left hand

I stretch grams, and leave opps in the spital with a bedpan

I don't care about the hood you claim and ma fuck ya dead mans

Ya shooters, not shooters and ya youngin won't get you less than

10 behind the iron gate, that pussy wouldn't slide on base

Why you so aggressive rapping, boy, you looking out of place

Now you say you know the plug, why you supplying weight

Never took it out of state, u probably couldn't provide an 8th

You need to get ya lying straight before you crib outlined with tape

I heard you told up on ya case, it's fuck you till your dying day

And the day after that, and the day after that

If you can't comprehend it then you aren't from my habitat

Story we ain't jacking that

Rollie on then we jacking that

Chain on then I'm snatching

Hit the club then hit the cabbage patch

Shorty cute, I'm smashing that

Kept my boots on and my hat attached

Once I'm done I pass her back

Kill the booth when I speak these facts (Badd)

[Chorus: B.A Badd]

Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that

Put it on the stove where my apron at

I put it on my soul, I ain't faking jacks

I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts

Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that

Put it on the stove where my apron at

I put it on my soul, I ain't faking jacks

I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts

I put it on my soul, that I'm stating facts (repeat 2x)

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Yo, you niggas frauding when you recording

You only know the plug because you gave him a small fortune of what you're snorting

But let you tell it, son, you're the boss man

Fuck nigga, your mother should of had an abortion

I'm tearing heads the fuck off until I'm pulling the Porsche in the red Carrera

Got smoke for whoever in this era

Bet whatever, you off the roof like Christ bearer

Got stripes like an off white sweater

You got better but ya shit still trash

The gun handle is rubber but I still crack ya forehead with the steel half

If you holding any work or jewels then we steal that

You heard I been shitting on these niggas its still that

And ain't shit changing up

Still got em in the spot taking bumps

Bags full of flake we exchange for bumps

Know wild niggas dippin' boogies in the angel dust

Squares try angles but they will never be the same as us

[Chorus: B.A Badd]

Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that

Put it on the stove where my apron at

I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks

I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts

Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that

Put it on the stove where my apron at

I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks

I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts

I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts ( repeat 2x)