Video G Code de Asap Ferg 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Asap Ferg - G Code Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Me and Metro, up late night man, [?] be in here too
We just high as hell, we just recording
Let's do it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Oh-oh, run it up
Sell Backwoods, we hustle
I need weed, I need lean, it's a must
Catch a ho, leave her stained, no must
Ooh, nigga money long like a bus
Fuck the other side, they ain't leanin', they ain't drinkin' Tuss'
Ooh, nigga bitch wanna fuckin' lust
Ooh, and I'ma pay for her school
Niggas sick of takin' Ls, he never renewed
I put birds inside a car, now that's a chicken coupe
C4 bleedin' like a fool, I'm too damn bool
Bought a mink and put it on like I live at the zoo
Hannah Montana, got me muggin' and bustin'
Got a crush on my cousin
YSL 'til I'm dead and dusty, I promise it's nothin'
Whole lot of hunnids, lot of bills in a rubber band, I keep 'em by the dozen
And your mink ain't real, call 46 hundred, and it's kinda fluffy
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Too much money, only one dick, too much honeys
Five on the dick but two run from me
I leave that pussy hot like a cat in the oven, ooh
Now we at the derby
Tubs on my man, that's a young rastafari
Find me a tall, what deep, burger [?]
In your bitch jaws like a dentist, I'm so sorry
I be a you tumbling, tumbling hoes
Couple of bamboos done fucked up my dough
Head in a cup for a nigga that's ghost
But when you get money, that's the way it go
Got me a model bitch, 'cane in her nose
Chop the moolah, yeah, she came with the clothes
Yves Saint Laurent is the right clothes
I just can't get my shit else no where on the globe
Straight off the runway and not at a show
Straight out of Harlem, I came to explode
Feel like outside it's a hit everywhere I go
Feel like I'm trill, I can't fuck with our flow
Better hop on the boat
Cut to my block, better tuck in your dope
'Cause my niggas like bitches with 40 below
I said do not sleep with a nigga like 40 below
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Only keep a bag for the rest of streets on the road
In love with my dog, I'ma feed 'em nothin' but pesto
I'm not from N-O but I'm stickin' to the G Code
Call 'em, let 'em know that I'm on the road with a load
Come tell my doggy to be fired like you in loads
When it come to Actavis, I'm a J just like Cole
Stack it to the ceiling, man, you know that shit gon' fold
Ran up my money, I ran it up like I know
Run it up