cheatcodes ft. Vercetti Santana Lyrics

(That's not die lit, that's not die lit at all)

They said"tune, how you gon' rap like this?""You just sliding, how yo' shit slap like this?"

I'm spitting acid on the track, the beat too sick, imma get some actavis"You must be hacking or sumn, how you get to these flows, gotta be muhfuckin cheat codes"

Gotta be something yall lacking, ain't no konami code, this ain't no shortcut, this me, hoe

Shooting, no .223- fuck, I'm glitching, I'm shooting but not no #23 though

This bitch all on my dick, she gon' deepthroat

I got her weak at the knees every week for the free, yo

All this money ain't for free, cuz time is business and my business coming wit' fees

Like after we fuck, bitch you leaving

Only my main get to- get to sleep here

Float like a muhfuckin airplane, high as a bitch and I'm coming down later, I'll switch states

Bulking, I'm tryna get big gains

I got a big plate, Zabuza build with the big blades

Brand new kit for the whip, swapping items out, GTA V ass car with the big frame

I'll swap out the items, a quick trade

Why would I go for black ice if a nigga got glacier?

They said"tune, how you gon' rap like this?""You just sliding, how yo' shit slap like this?"

I'm spitting acid on the track, the beat too sick, imma get some actavis"You must be hacking or sumn, how you get to these flows, gotta be muhfuckin cheat codes"

Gotta be something yall lacking, ain't no konami code, this ain't no shortcut, this me, hoe

Spent way too much cash for this tee, hoe

Sipping peach Lipton, I'm tryna tee up on the green

Pillow talking, she know she wanted me though

Swipe, now she spillin' the tea

She tryna smoke, like damn, why you all in my green?

At least you ain't all in my wallet, in love wit the cash

I might text her later, I fuck with that ass

She said that she paid but want me to pay gas

Ain't no way that you talking bout trash, must be talmbout yourself, if I made music like you I'd crash

Nigga, crash out

What trap shit, where is the trap house

Got the gun in my bag wit the mag out

This nigga gave up got the white flag out

(And they be askin)"Hey 'Cetti, how you here poppin like this?"

I don't know, to be honest, I'm cocky like this

I'm just playin, really just rock it like this

Rappers mocking smart, they be flopping too quick

Yall obnoxious with egos, it's not a good fit just to walk out the closet and copy the drip

Let me not talk too much, 'bout to hop in the whip, keep it pushing, no one catching me or my clique, aye

One of them leaders, yo

Coming hot like the smoke from a minigun

Got my glasses on tight, I been seeing too much, rather fixate the real at a minimum

I done took me a break, but I'm coming right back, just like Kobe and Shaq' on the lakers, yeah

Boutta drop me a tape on the date of my birth, boutta give a goodbye to this area