you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
i got my hate up lockers on just to puff in my pip
the truth is we selling me or remy
i roll the windows down like yeah
only fuck with gangster niggas cause i'm a gangster bitch
and remy ma is straight cash
you gotta check your shit
tell your mom yous' a son of a bitch
i'm a international hustler
but i'm cautious of who's coppin'
cause i don't mean that pretty bitches is fallin' when i be sayin' is
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
i hold my own like i'm masturbatin'
i'm not signing my name on no
no accusations or allegations
i can't help with the applications
i don't have any information
and y'all can label me as uncooperative
rats in the garden and the apple is rottin'
see the avenues is listening
but i live by the code and i'm a die by the code
and can't nobody say that remy ever told me nothin'
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
roll on a nigga cause he told on you nigga
put your motherfuckin' guns in the air
you a nigga cause he snitched on you nigga
put your motherfuckin' guns in the air
put your motherfuckin' guns in the air
cause he squealed on you nigga
put your motherfuckin' guns in the air
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street
you ain't never hear me snitch
i live the code of the street