The Code | Lyrics | Karaoke | King Von | Polo G

 "The Code" was released on 30, October 2020. Performed By King Von FT. Polo G. The song is written by Polo G & King Von.  

Sing with lyrics and karaoke of "The Code" which can be found below.

Song Credits

Song : The Code

Artist : King Von FT. Polo G

Written By : Polo G & King Von

Programmer : JTK, DJ Ayo

Release Date : 30 October 2020

          Album: Welcome to O’Block 

Scale and Tempo 

Scale : F minor
Tempo : 135
Camelot : 4A

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LYRICS

 English

 -- Intro: King Von --

(Yo, Ayo)

(JTK)

Huh (These niggas know me for real)

What? (For real)

Von

 -- Chorus: King Von -- 

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking

I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know

Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it

Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it

.45 Glock on the bottom with a beam in

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Said lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while

If he give up me then he letting 'em go

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone

I know some niggas that's quick to give a police a tip

But my nigga, he never folded

 -- Verse 1: Polo G --

I don't really give a fuck what the block said, too official to clear up a rumor

My homie laugh hard, heard an opp was dead, guess he got a killer's sense of humor

I heard that pussy been thinking 'bout death, well that bullet gon' stick to his mind like the tumor

Catch him and change him, look how they played him, he only gangster up on his computer

He play foul and we gave him a pass, that don't mean we won't get on your ass in the future

And I won't trip when my lil' brother clutching, know how he put in that work with that Ruger

My sneakers Louboutin, these ain't Puma's

I got a low end ho, she a booster

Nut on her face and I call her an Uber

He saving these hoes like his first name was Super

Now it's time to ride, is you ready or what?

Caught a few homicides now they ain't letting up

Thirteen hundred shots when we ride in them trucks

Get on any side and we fucking you up

I used to trap with the gangsters and clucks

Straight in the slums where they praying for luck

Like I'm Giannis, I play for them bucks

Hood on my back and I came in a clutch

 -- Chorus: King Von --

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking

I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know

Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it

Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it

.45 Glock on the bottom with a beam in

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Said lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while

If he give up me then he letting 'em go

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone

I know some niggas that's quick to give a police a tip

But my nigga, he never folded

 -- Verse 2: King Von --

I got my first hundred thou' when I broke it down

With my team, boy, I am so GOAT-ed

I always stuck out when I'm in the crowd when I was a child

I was special and my mama noticed

That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest

I live my life like a book and I wrote it

I drop a song and these niggas quote it

If he looking for me, I'm probably where his ho is

Oh, he fuck bitches this bad, ain't got no kids

I'm going crazy like I ain't got no sense

You in that car and that bitch ain't got no tint

We pulling up and we letting off four knicks

Don't need cap credit we giving out facelifts

He breathing hard, don't think he gon' make it

I chopped the block up and they had my face mask

So I'ma stay in, that's how my day end

Say he a happy, we see at the way end

He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then

Don't see me stopping, don't know where my breaks is

Only want blows, man I’m starting to get racist

Shit be getting real in that field and them chases

Can't go back now, I got too many cases

You don't look for me and see too many faces

Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I'm your replacement

 -- Chorus: King Von --

Rob who? Take what? You tweaking

I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it

I done got out the floor, who got shot? I don't know

Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it

Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it

.45 Glock on the bottom with a beam in

If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is

Said lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain't mean it

Get caught, just stick to the code

Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know

My homie lost trial, he'll be gone for a while

If he give up me then he letting 'em go

He won't be back on the streets 'til he old

Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone

I know some niggas that's quick to give a police a tip

But my nigga, he never folded

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