Code of tha Streets BH (USA) (Ft. Lil Baby)

[Verse 1: BH]
I live by the code of the streets (Yeah)
Don't leave the house without my motherfuckin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin' leaf (Yeah)
I'm the wave like the motherfuckin' beach (Yeah)
She the beauty, I'm the motherfuckin' beast (Ooh)
When I talk, let me motherfuckin' preach (Ooh)
I got a trap for the motherfuckin' lame (No)
Another trap for the motherfuckin' weak (Yeah)
Bad bitch on her mothefuckin' knees (Yeah)
She got ass, she got a motherfuckin' peach (Woo)
Fuck that bitch, she a motherfuckin' leech (Yeah)
They love a nigga from the west to the east (Yeah)
Got rich in these motherfuckin' streets
I'm countin' up mills, smokin' gas, sippin' lean
I spend a mill on gas, sippin' lean
All these money roll, my tank still on E

[Chorus: BH]
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood nigga (Nigga, nigga)
Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood nigga (Hood nigga)
And I still be in the trenches pourin' syrup with the real ones
I'm a livin' legend, that's a big one (That's a big one)
I pay cash for all my cars, man, that card, no shit, a headache
Bustin' hundreds out the wrapper, hit your nose, you get a headache
I was really sendin' packs from West Coast to Westend
I'm a young nigga, I'm super turnt, I don't want no fuckin' Maybach
You got problems with us? You want smoke? Speak up, you need to say that
When they shoot out, we scream murder
When it land, I say payday
Hundred rounds in the drum
If I say it, they gon' spray that
And I still got hood habits, but I'm rich now (Rich now)
And don't ever get it twisted, we can get down (Get down)