Lyrics Code of tha Streets by Lil Baby

I live by the code of the streets (Yeah)
Don't leave the house without my motherf**kin' heat (Nah)
I roll Biscotti in the motherf**kin' leaf (Yeah)
I'm the wave like the motherf**kin' beach (Yeah)
She the beauty, I'm the motherf**kin' beast (Ooh)
When I talk, let me motherf**kin' preach (Ooh)
I got a trap for the motherf**kin' lame (No)
Another trap for the motherf**kin' weak (Yeah)
Bad b*t*h on her mothef**kin' knees (Yeah)
She got ass, she got a motherf**kin' peach (Woo)
f**k that b*t*h, she a motherf**kin' leech (Yeah)
They love a n***a from the west to the east (Yeah)
Got rich in these motherf**kin' 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

I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
Pull that thirty up, go and get that n***a, ooh

I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (Hood n***a)
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 sh*t, 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 n***a, I'm super turnt, I don't want no f**kin' 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)

I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
I'm rich, but I'm still a hood n***a (n***a, n***a)
Pull that thirty up, go and get that n***a, ooh