Cheat Code

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, shoot ret-

Ayy, iced out wrist, it was me and (Helluva Beats, baby)

And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded

Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?

Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh

Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh

Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded

Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?

Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh

Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh (ayy, ayy)

The lil' nigga know my name, DT gon' knock him off

He put his brains on my chain, gotta drop me off

And pick me right back up so we can spin the block for dawg

The Perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs (ruff-ruff-ruff)

I got a catalog, I don't be mad at all

Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw (ruff)

Ayy, they mad 'cause this water on my chest and all

Bitch, I play for Press Virginia, how I'm pressin' y'all

Look like one them competitions how I dress the dog

Dummies got the straight drop, don't need no fentanyl

30 thousand in the pot and we gon' send em off

Lil' cuz can't read, still gon' get 'em off

I will do a Harlem Shake with the Draco

I will shoot the investigator, get the case closed

I did have an eighth tucked in 'em Wraith doors

Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us

And we was on live wit' it, big .45 wit' us

20 cars in traffic nigga, gang-gang slidin' wit' us

I won't run from no beef, I'ma grill it

Ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it

Ugh, I still wanna murk shit, still wanna rack my AR and hurt shit

Keeps that bitch by my stomach, hmm

Squeeze that bitch 'til you bloody, mmm

Them new Perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk

Uh, them new hollow thangs'll make you moon soft

Remember when I had to get the half of moons off

Them people jumped behind me, cut the cruise off

Remember when my uncle told me I could move soft

Changed his mind, told me, "Nephew get the blues off"

If a nigga run off, knock his shoes off

We don't take off, bitch, we gettin' off

He want half off, knock that nigga off

I can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up

Cut that bitch three fast, sold her 50 ones

Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood

Make these hoes get to dancin' like a Nitti beat

You ain't sick, pussy nigga, you just sick of me

Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T (ugh)

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded

Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?

Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh

Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh

Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded

Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?

Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh

Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh