Area Codes
(专辑: Feed The Streets II - 2018)
I
got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo) I
feel like Luda, hop out with the
shooters (Woo, woo) If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo) Got a
red beam, caught him sleeping at the
red light These niggas been capping, I
can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a
nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I
can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo) Made a
million, I
don't even count no more (Woo, woo) Rare talk, yeah, talk, I'm getting to the
bag, nigga Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a
nigga hopping out my bag, nigga Never fell in love with a
bitch 'cause Ricch ain't going sad, nigga I
was just chopping it up with Meek, now I
hop out the
Wag', nigga Whipping up dope, got the
re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor How you niggas say you robbing, you ain't never make the
news (Never made the
news) Counting up 10 racks, then I
got some brand new shoes I
got a
brown skin bad as Meagan Good Pulling up Panamera when I'm in my hood Niggas think I
made a
million off the
jugg Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge (Yeah, yeah) I
got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo) I
feel like Luda, hop out with the
shooters (Woo, woo) If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo) Got a
red beam, caught him sleeping at the
red light These niggas been capping, I
can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a
nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I
can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo) Made a
million, I
don't even count no more (Woo, woo) I
just fucked her then I
kicked her, no romancing She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancing like a
ballerina If a
nigga moving by myself, then I
gotta have a
Nina Told that bitch I
only want her, I
ain't never ever need her Gotta get a
Puma deal, waiting on my call for memory Slanging that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese See all these niggas hate me 'cause I
got these racks on me And my diamonds water, bitch, I
spent a
dub for the
submarine I
got a
new broad in every city I've been stepping in I
hopped on the
private with Louis V
luggage I
got a
new bag and hopped in the
Benz Got the
new Cartier glasses I'm Cripping, lil' nigga, the
navy blue tinted the
lens I
just need Benjamins, I
don't need no friends I
got different hoes, in different area codes (Woo, woo) I
feel like Luda, hop out with the
shooters (Woo, woo) If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right (Woo, woo) Got a
red beam, caught him sleeping at the
red light These niggas been capping, I
can't do that shit no mo' (Woo, woo) If a
nigga wasn't real, he can't be around Ricch no more (No) Hit it one time, I
can't even fuck no more (Woo, woo) Made a
million, I
don't even count no more (Woo, woo)