Cheat Code

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, shoot ret-
Ayy, iced out wrist, it was me and (Helluva Beats, baby)
And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded
Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?
Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh
Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh

Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded
Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?
Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh
Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh (ayy, ayy)

The lil' nigga know my name, DT gon' knock him off
He put his brains on my chain, gotta drop me off
And pick me right back up so we can spin the block for dawg
The Perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs (ruff-ruff-ruff)

I got a catalog, I don't be mad at all
Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw (ruff)
Ayy, they mad 'cause this water on my chest and all
Bitch, I play for Press Virginia, how I'm pressin' y'all

Look like one them competitions how I dress the dog
Dummies got the straight drop, don't need no fentanyl
30 thousand in the pot and we gon' send em off
Lil' cuz can't read, still gon' get 'em off

I will do a Harlem Shake with the Draco
I will shoot the investigator, get the case closed
I did have an eighth tucked in 'em Wraith doors
Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us

And we was on live wit' it, big .45 wit' us
20 cars in traffic nigga, gang-gang slidin' wit' us
I won't run from no beef, I'ma grill it
Ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it

Ugh, I still wanna murk shit, still wanna rack my AR and hurt shit
Keeps that bitch by my stomach, hmm
Squeeze that bitch 'til you bloody, mmm
Them new Perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk

Uh, them new hollow thangs'll make you moon soft
Remember when I had to get the half of moons off
Them people jumped behind me, cut the cruise off
Remember when my uncle told me I could move soft

Changed his mind, told me, "Nephew get the blues off"
If a nigga run off, knock his shoes off
We don't take off, bitch, we gettin' off
He want half off, knock that nigga off

I can't get enough of that sticky stuff
Flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up
Cut that bitch three fast, sold her 50 ones
Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood
Make these hoes get to dancin' like a Nitti beat
You ain't sick, pussy nigga, you just sick of me
Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T (ugh)

Say my choppa Dee Brown, yeah, it shoot retarded
Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?
Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh
Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh

Choppa AOD, yeah, it shoot retarded
Who said we couldn't have the pistols in the party, who?
Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh
Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh