Cheat Code 2

Lyrics for Cheat Code 2

Trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to She like trying what happened, shit we missed the OG That 21 run was different, how you let him clone you? Spitting crack in the booth, I hand to hand through Pro Tools Dominating like I'm Shaq, Phil Jack and O2 A trying bark still, Beanski brother moves on TYB, Weebay, hopping out that tool, duh Kevin Gates ain't on shit, what the fuck is 2FUN? The way the MPX spit, you would think it's tooth gum Lavender and gray TRX, it look like Aerodactyl Fiends tossing needles anywhere, I wouldn't wear no sandals Just buy that Costco's, we ain't finna share no samples Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example Foot swing a stick, that's a point, Stan Musial Commander crack a head, boy you just a bamboozle Where the fuck's your V? Why I say your man's using? Had to kick him off the team, every play he half ruined it Bitch acting like she won an Oscar, that's just tooth duty Died for some booty, SMH, that's just coochie Why she think I woke up with a woodpecker, that's the tooth We had dumped his body off, split her drive, that's the booty Cutty slimier than putty, turned to op-ass kaput Flying round with my amigos and our hoes bad and bougie I'm sick as mice out here spilling sauce, ratatouille We a checkmate tonight, it's only right to jacket Louis Foom, fam, boom, binker, out in Cali with the bug The worst thing on the road is when the nabby get the bug Never ever could I lack, I'm in the caddy with a hundred My lil' wody in here sleep off three Xannies, ride me stuck Please stop it with the slim thick if your body pudgy Dueled up with Andre Drummond, he ain't got no money No matter what the jury tell, unky, only God can judge you Dog shit militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy VV's down, tell a tubby, call me Tinky Winky Turkey bag terrorists, I'm rolling up some stinky If it ain't about the money, I hear me, me, me, me Long live scamming, look, Chris, I know you see me, me, me You cannot complete the dub without your teammates If I had to rate your lifestyle, it's a D-grade You gon' raise your son to be a bitch, D-way Why you pop out rockin' that fit, W-T-H Feel like the 10-man, I spent a dub on C-H With the mouse cider, skiing, Reezy thuggin' P.A It's the militia, we might slide a hundred E-legs It keep on getting loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave Hey bro where the fuck the album at man come on It's been damn near five months bro we're waiting Hey fuck around and drop it 7:07 a.m. on some Lucas shit i don't know bro please drop it tomorrow He spent his last on that denim tears, I hear his pockets crying Jalen Green reads Shepard, you see rockets flying Take nine in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbine Lil Brody finna blow up like a bomb inside him It's a dirty game, fuck the rules, they disqualify me OT for about seven days, I'm on quantity time Amiri Patch of Scottish, walk in on my Roddy Piper All that being in the gym first, that's what got him high All that getting over comfortable, beating God, I'm fighting Once upon a time, they had the sauce, that shit got expired I ain't talking about no golf clubs, but we got some drivers We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire I'll leave you in the wind, you get out of party When hams ask to strain, I just say anything that sound exotic On Y.O., me 40, MJ, fat fig The hood bully him, he getting treated like the fat kid When I got a slab, it ain't no baby back rib You ain't smoking fucking Zaga Zop, pussy, that's catnip Lil Fuss, Lil Jisco three, that's a hat trick Worry about me, you need a pack of Mighty Patches Worry about me, you need a stack of 90 chapsticks Dodge and Militia Long-legged skin You hip-skit? Ayy, trashes, trashes