CODE OF HONOR Lyrics – 21 Savage, G Herbo

Read the full CODE OF HONOR lyrics by 21 Savage and G Herbo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage's music, you can also explore DOG $HIT and HA, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro]
Not Johnny, cuz, hell nah, man, s*it like that was difficult, was like—
When bro passed that s*it was— it wasn't expected ’cause like
Like that ain't no n!gga you thought that would die, you know what I'm sayin’?
N!gga always had a good eye, n!gga always on point like the way he move like
So like hearing Johnny died, like what? Like that n!gga was untouchable

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad, I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor, man, it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me pu*sy, boy, I wish you would
Fu*k a shooter, n!gga, I'll do it

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Hundred M's, I done ran through it
Iced the bros out like I'm 'posed to do it
You think I’m bluffin’, n!gga, call my jeweler
Twenty chains like I'm Rick the Ruler
Late night serving, it was just me and my Ruger
Hollow hit your head and matter come out your medula
Wrecked the hotbox on the move, my mama called a Uber
Scared to be myself around you, feel like I might lose you
Larry got killed with his mama, I broke into pieces
I’ma up this b!tch and blam soon as you get to reaching
I was adolescent thugging, didn't no OG teach me
Treated buddy like my blood and he was fu*kin’ leeching
I just want the best for you, my n!gga, I ain't preaching
You got envy in your heart and that's why we ain't speaking
Soon as I became successful, like our bond weakened
Better thank God that I ain't smack your ass and leave you leaking

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad, I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor, man, it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me pu*sy, boy, I wish you would
Fu*k a shooter, n!gga, I'll do it

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Worth some millions, I was still posted in the trenches
Wartime we going for it, like it's fourth and inches (Phew)
Poured a four of Act' with Gilly 'fore he took his sentence
Old days, he was twice my age, not to mention, yeah
I told Kobe not to walk home, but he didn't listen (Mhm)
I heard every shot go off when them n!gga hit him (Damn)
Before this rap s*it got turnt, I really been on missions
That's why anywhere on earth, I blend in with the killers
Still remember that first hit, I blew a .32, whole six
Back and forth, now this b!tch lit, I had to graduate to a stick
You ain't never pull up in four whips, jump out (Skrrt), leave everybody on they s*it (Grah)
I got aim, I don't need no switch, no cap, I'ma empty this b!tch quick
Can't believe that I got rich
Dad to move my mama way out to the sticks 'cause n!gga wicked
I couldn't end up like some ones I once loved and be a statistic
Act like hoes 'cause they can't kick it
Or worse than that, they turn to witnesses
Beat the streats, sometimes I miss it

[Outro: G Herbo]
Dead friends tatted in my skin
I lost Greg, damn, I miss my twin
I lost Rock, all I did was spin
Swear to God, I would do it again
In my feelings, got me drug abusing
Only thing that saved me was music
Got my Glock on me, I'm riding, cruising
Fu*k a hitter, n!gga, I'll use it