Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sticc to the Code, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 27.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sticc to the Code |
| Throw that Jag off the lot |
| I wanted fast cars with the diamonds, the bitches, the dollars |
| Think we found a loophole |
| She thought she hit the jackpot |
| The whip panoramic |
| I know they hate 'cause I made it and I never panic in no situation |
| We let them birds take a bath, 9 to 5 we work the trap on the block paper |
| chasin' |
| I really come from the pavement |
| You 'posed to be my lil' mans but you brung up my name in a past conversation |
| I was down on my dick, tell me what you know 'bout sleeping on top the couch |
| inside the basement |
| The feds did a sweep but I knew it was comin', I didn’t expect you to go make a |
| statement |
| You told me that you would keep it one hundred and I took that straight to the |
| heart, you was fakin' |
| I read the black and whites, like two different races |
| I read all the statements, get two plus the truth |
| That’s what you do to the soldier who rode for you |
| Every time it was time to go and shoot |
| Swerve that Jag off the lot |
| I wanted cash, cars, money, clothes, bitches, with the diamonds and hoes |
| If she thought she hit the jackpot, I bet she can’t believe that I done walked |
| out the door, ayy |
| I feel like a astronaut, I take a trip to Mars, every time I pour a four |
| And even off Xanny bars, it be hard for me to forget times that I was broke |
| Ayy, so I made a vow to my momma and nanny, we ain’t never 'bout to hurt no more |
| The plug out in Cali send dope 'cross the water, we post in the alley while |
| grippin' poles |
| I call that boy left hand, he gon' scrape it out the pot |
| When I guap out the store |
| Tryna deal me 'bout twelve hands and I still played my cards |
| Partner, stick to the code |
| We’ll swing that .380, a car wit' no tags, them niggas know that we livin' life |
| No, my role model ain’t never been Jay-Z but I’m tryna run up a billion like him |
| I want fifty to jack 'cause I’m on a title |
| She can’t even compare me, I’m nothin' like her |
| Hottest thing in the streets, call a firefighter |
| Shawty foreign, no cap, now she come from China |
| She the finest, no, I see no body finer |
| Yeah, that AP be froze up with perfect timing |
| Double cups got me dozin' off all in traffic |
| Drippin' sauce like Cold Hearted that’s off the west end |
| On the street they call Haughton, they shot my best friend |
| Take a look at them people that said I sold my soul, they on the road again |
| And I know these niggas be hatin' 'cause they know that I’m Never Broke Again |
| My momma had said never, never say never, yeah, yeah |
| I was locked in a cell, trappin' off of my cellular, yeah, yeah |
| Locked in a cell, I was down on my dick, I was just starvin' |
| I was just tryin' find the way out, now they hate that I’m rich, ooh |
| Swerve that Jag off the lot |
| I wanted cash, cars, money, clothes, bitches, with the diamonds and hoes |
| If she thought she hit the jackpot, I bet she can’t believe that I done walked |
| out the door, ayy |
| I feel like a astronaut, I take a trip to Mars, every time I pour a four |
| And even off Xanny bars, it be hard for me to forget times that I was broke |
| Ayy, so I made a vow to my momma and nanny, we ain’t never 'bout to hurt no more |
| The plug out in Cali send dope 'cross the water, we post in the alley while |
| grippin' poles |
| I call that boy left hand, he gon' scrape it out the pot |
| When I guap out the store |
| Tryna deal me 'bout twelve hands and I still played my cards |
| Partner, stick to the code |