Cheat Code Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I just did it man

Why you talkin' lotta shit, you ain't got a plan

Like it's Call of Duty, doin' shit like UAV scans

Talkin' lotta shit man, shoot at your mans Never tell me that I can't do shit, I can't

I just did it all, like fuck what you can't Do, pull up with two shawties in the bands

Two, tellin' me I'm spendin' hella bands Two, and you waitin' for your shot, but it's

not gonna come While you talkin' lotta shit, that bitch better

make me cum Cause if she don't, she ain't comin' over

Man, this shit's a bum, like fuck it, I just made a band

Like bitch, you better run Yeah, you better run

Like that bitch starin' at the sun Like what you do just for fun

Like fuck it, I'ma make you run Like fuck it, I'ma make you cum

Like fuck it, I'ma do somethin' Like bitch, you wanna go or not

Like tell me what you doin' not Like she a ten, but she a thot

Tell me what you do a lot Yeah, she givin' me some top

Don't stop, don't stop makin' me go crazy By the way, that ass drop, ass drop

Tell me shit I do a lot, like, uh I just did it, man, while you got a tell a plan

I just popped a fuckin' Xan, shoot, at your fuckin' mans

He just tellin' shit that he can't do What you fuckin' dumb

Is you fuckin' stupid

Is you silly

Is you fuckin' bums

Is you really up or shit

You really ain't bout, but you ain't doin' shit a lot

Cause you ain't really bout the shit I'm in that fuckin' parkin' lot

But you ain't in the shit, nah And I'ma do the shit a lot

Like fuck it, tie a fuckin' knot Let's go, let's go, let's go

Motherfuck, I'm in Range Rove You cannot tell me shit, though

I'ma do the shit in the stove Whip the shit up, I'm the goat

You the man, I'm not the dough You just wanna smoke with some mo

I'ma smoke pot with the dough

If you call, just listen I'ma tell a plan, do it all, Chris Bliffin

Ayy, it's Chris6ix in the building Man, I'm makin' racks, motherfucker, to the

Ceiling Motherfucker, to the ceiling

I make racks, I'm the villain I'ma kill him, my name Krillin

Raise it up, penicillin Don't give up on your millions

Bitch, wanna fuck

She Brazilian Bitch, I'm up, yeah, I'm brilliant

I'ma dunk it, Jordan kilagan Slow this shit down

Pick yourself up from the ground In a Hellcat, I'll drive a hundred miles

Huh, put my dick in her mouth She don't wanna fuck, tell that bitch, come

Over now Ayy, you can probably guess what I did to

That bitch Fuckin' dummies

Ayy, ayy Rich boys don't flex, man, it's just a test

I'm the man, I just did it, I just made a fuckin' band

And I did this shit with no hands Do this shit while I can

Man, this shit has just begun, man, I'm about to blow up

Tell me how to soak up, fuck a bitch, pour up

Movin' to a mansion, open up the door now

Let's get off the floor now, I'm gonna kick the door down

This shit was a test, man, I never gave it to rest

Bitch, you want it

No plan, bitch, give it to your chest, hoe

You ain't really bout it, you ain't really doubt me

You just talk about it, you ain't really bout shit

Man, I'm sippin' green, sippin' tea, sippin', makin' money

I just did it all, makin' cheese, boy, you really funny

Heh, ayy, Chris Six, signing out, y'all