CHEAT CODE Lyrics

Wait hold up

Bitch I'm lit off the 42

I might turn this bitch up and hit your brodie too

What he mean mugging for what he tryna do

Bet I'll send more shots to his top than tequila do

Aye

Bitch I'm living in my bag

I know these sucka hoes wanna see me down bad

I know my haters wanna see me locked up in that can

So I'm liable to trip if the vibe I get is trash

Wait hold up

Pussy, Quit breathing

Stop talkin to them rats quit squealing

Pull up super soakers bet we'll leave his body leaking

All black piece yeah we had to grim reap-em

Game Over ughh, Imma cheat code

Yeah he flexing in that whip but it's leased tho

EA Sports I'm tryna hit let her friends know

Bet I'll spit game like I'm workin' at Nintendo

Ughh

Yeah I heard she get nasty

Send a message

I heard you tryna wack me

That bitch ran thru as fuck like a trackmeet

I'm just getting top then I'm ducking like I'm Daffy

Shea

Yeah you know I'm an asshole

I don't care bout no bitch yeah I bash hoes

Fast cars, ion really crash those

My blunts hell nah ion pass those

Exotic fumes coming right out my coupe

My eyes red but I'm thinking bout that blue

These bitches stuck like I'm walking round with glue

Catch me chillin with the minions got me feeling like I'm Gru

Ion gang bang but my shoes yeah they whoopin

Mind your business, stop asking what I'm doing

Took his bitch lil baby got to choosin'

Money on my mind ain't no way that I'm snoozing

Stupid