Lawless

Lyrics

[Intro] Roll that 'Wood up, fool Roll that dope up, Splatt (Roll this shit up, Splatt) [?] Marvin, that mojo (Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) I'm with Tre [Chorus] Live by the code, that's slime I run Memphis, city mine (City) 392, how I ride Ain't fuckin' that bitch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head) Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin') Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead) Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet) My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads) .308 fucked him up, hit his spine Russian AK with the box and knife Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah) Thinkin' with his dick, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split) Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin' I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Yeah) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Shit get ugly) [Verse 1] Cross shit out with the quickness (Crossover) Up, shoot first, automatic be my blicky (Get up, boy) 5.56 and switches Amiri jeans, fifty racks stuffed up my britches (Like, stuffed, yeah) Still in the trenches (Still on the block) Got car, dope, gun, nigga better not play with me (Got that shit out here) Micro with a sixty (Sixty-round) Nigga know not to mention I'm bringin' the hits in (Better not play shit) Money over bitches (Money over bitches) I'm really the mafia, lay down the city (I'm that nigga) Promotin' the drillin' (Drillin') My young niggas ignorant, they robbin' and stealin' (Boy, keep goin') ATL keep spinnin' (Fuck 12) Snatch fourteen more for breakin' and enterin' BMF in Memphis (Yeah, yeah) Free CThirty, I know he ain't don't no snitchin' (Free the guys) [?] Marvin, nigga, we trust Fuck around, spin out the Rolls-Royce bus (I just tripped) Damn, I miss Trouble (Double R) No extension, red gut (Yeah, yeah) Red velvet cake bitch get cut (What you do?) Eat dick first day, she a slut Keep poppin' these Percs, Addy keep me up Tryna go in my pocket (What?), that glizzy I up (I up it) [Chorus] Live by the code, that's slime I run Memphis, city mine (City) 392, how I ride Ain't fuckin' that bitch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head) Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin') Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead) Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet) My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads) .308 fucked him up, hit his spine Russian AK with the box and knife Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah) Thinkin' with his dick, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split) Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin' I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Yeah) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Shit get ugly) [Verse 2] Poked for your move, this chopper shootin' now .56, six-two cut every time Our opps dead, make channel 3, that's mine S-L-I-M-E, that's slime Ooh, I pop shit every time Mismatched designer, I ain't even tryin' She a city girl, so I'm playin' with her mind One night her off the Perc', break her spine Live like Al Pacino, real life, where mine? Tote your fire for nothin', you gon' die with your iron If I tell you, "Te amo," for sure know we tied The mafia, murder and love, nigga die I ain't takin' the risk, nigga if it ain't high Really want ten, five get your four-ball Put some sauce on it for the extra I don't drink liquor, but I'm chasin' with shots Green tips on his ass got him hot We them firsts with the switch on the choppers It's okay, he ain't see the doctor Crime scene, nigga left his partner We live by that code, might send a message through emoji Cold take down, all pins knocked down, strike him out, that's bowlin' [Chorus] Live by the code, that's slime I run Memphis, city mine (City) 392, how I ride Ain't fuckin' that bitch, she gotta be a dime (Gotta give head) Forever send shots, I'm firin' (I'm firin') Send a diss, somebody dyin' (Somebody dead) Stand on that business, keep quiet (Quiet) My old-heads up in the trench be slidin' (I love my old-heads) .308 fucked him up, hit his spine Russian AK with the box and knife Claimin' that body (No), it ain't mine (Nah) Thinkin' with his dick, that's how he got fried (That's how he got split) Chop out the window while the 'Cat be slidin' I'm from South Vegas, you know I ain't hidin' (You know that I'm posted, boy) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Yeah) From Tate to Mississippi, this shit get violent (Shit get ugly)