Cheat Code 2

Dog $hit Militia

Dog $hit Militia, up some pape', yeah

Dog $hit Militia, up pape' and we

Dog $hit Militia, I could up the stick or up some pape'

Yeah

Ha-ha, yeah

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Ha-ha, yeah

Dog $hit Militia, I could up the stick or up some pape'

If I hit a ramp in the 'Cat, can damn near jump a lake

I put my pain in this Wild Rum, that's why I stuffed the eighth

I'll leave yo dukes' paycheck and [?

I spent tuition on a Hutch chain and I dropped out of college

Riding 'round with gang, chop tucked in case we got a problem

Scam star, don't ask me 'bout no pots 'cause I am not around 'em

Same person you would pass it to can't get a lob up out me

Hardbodied, ten toes, bitch, I'm solid to the grave

I fucked up the trust with my girl but promised I'll change

Brodie don't smoke, he got a baby bottle for the pain

Was rookie of the year two years ago then polished up my game

European sneakers, pull up shooting shit like Türkoğlu

The engine barking like a hellhound when I'm skrrting through

Bro'll pull up shooting shells out, off the turtle juice

The hoes can't peep the cap but I can see the perp in you

Feel like Bret Hart, hit the lil' bitch with a leglocker

You won't see a crease when I step, nah, these the dead stockers

Told my bitch we eating Eddie V's, like, fuck some Red Lobster

Ju tripping out the sun roof, that's my headshotter

7.62s twist his 'fro up, these some dreadlockers

Drawers fancy than a bitch, four hunnid on some red boxers

Titi fake some back pain and then it's to the next doctor

Ain't never sold a drug so it's shout-out to them check droppers

"First of all, a couple of things

Number one, Luka's the truth. Luka's the truth. Luka's the best

I'm gon' say it on national television

Luka's the best white boy I've seen since Larry Bird

This brother is something special"

Huh, yeah

If I catch you in that droptop, you gon' get yo top dropped

It's backdoor season, you ain't even hear that knock-knock

Wock' fizzle in the sixty forty like some Pop Rocks

Send him sixty then we send him forty, left the block hot

On the dark web punching like I'm Oscar De La Hoya

Got my bitch at the brib, throwing lobster in the boil

Better know what seed you plant before you drop it in the soil

Blowing zaza, foreign whip, it take exotic oil

Stop saying that you sip lean, you nodding off on one

I ain't got no storage in my phone, I cropped him with my gun

Before EDD, ain't never seen y'all pop out with a dub

Nine months later, none of y'all can pop out with a slug

Unc' said if he ain't in the kitchen then his wrist broke

Sixth grade, had the Chuck Taylors, now it's Rick Owens

Bitch, I'm sick of all this fucking playing, put yo lips on it

Yeah, Punch God, every one hitting, think my fists swollen

Good on the seven, ask Rixh and Hect

Born broke but I'ma be rich to death

Hunnid dollar three-five, bitch, I take rich-ass breaths

Christian Loubies hit for fourteen, I take rich-ass steps

Huh, this a rich-ass life

Self-scan hit for 5K, this a rich-ass swipe

Off-White Virgil Jordan 1s, these some rich-ass Nikes

If we catch dawg in left field, get his bitch-ass right

Lando got like thirty on his neck, on some light shit

He asked where the plug was, I told him, "By the light switch"

Bitch, I got the ups, I could dunk if I was 5'6"

Hop on that fucking MacBook then overnight shift

Smoking Gary Payton, put my lungs in the fucking glove

One up top, riding 'round, lil' bitch, I'm one of one

Heard you got a glitch, I got one, let's go run for run

Out of town on that one, got my duffy stuffed

Yeah, bitch

Ha-ha, I'm a real life cheat code

Huh, MVP season

Luka Trončić shit, you know what the fuck goin' on

They can't fuck with me

Could drop thirty on any night

Triple-double type shit

Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (313 Mafia)