Cheat Code
Foreign nigga got the cheat codes
Run up in, then I'm walking out
Age of nine When I realized
That I neva take a nigga handout
Really crazy, look it panned out
On the daily Rubbers bandz out
Know we juggin in the bend wow
I'm plug ain't no lane line, If you try the bruddah You a dead guy
Plotting undercover You a sad guy
Cali reefa I be mad high, She a keeper with em bad thighs
Screw her ebenezer, Imma fast guy
Remember nights talkin low asf, We gon hit this lick, Now we good for a while
Watch out niggas fake asf, They gon claim yo love, They gon look wit a smile
Real nigga Know I been through it foul
More figures we gon see cause we ball
More packs I just get when I call
Real talk I done struggles sum miles
No option, We double profit still
You talking, You really just holding ain't neva kill
No nigga ain't give me no pedalstil
Don't hate just accept I'm ahead of you
I stay with em faces etc, We pull up Nd freeze up the weather
Cheat codes in the tuck
You ain't even worth buck
She ain't even earn my trust
Used to look up, Now we up
Clutchin plays on trap phone
While I'm Puffin reefa know I must
Loud pack talkin musty, hunnid wilt comin trust me
All depends if you trust me, Complications aint no ugly
Niggas brothers till its ugly, and my shoes they was muddy
Dirty blues On a Sunday
Take a toll But I love it
Wit a 4 Out in public
Try the boy Then you fuck wit
Imma Smoke ye like a Dutch
We started from a buck
Run up in, then I'm walking out
Age of nine When I realized
That I neva take a nigga handout
Really crazy, look it panned out
On the daily Rubbers bandz out
Know we juggin in the bend wow
I'm plug ain't no lane line, If you try the bruddah You a dead guy
Plotting undercover You a sad guy
Cali reefa I be mad high, She a keeper with em bad thighs
Screw her ebenezer, Imma fast guy
Remember nights talkin low asf, We gon hit this lick, Now we good for a while
Watch out niggas fake asf, They gon claim yo love, They gon look wit a smile
Real nigga Know I been through it foul
More figures we gon see cause we ball
More packs I just get when I call
Real talk I done struggles sum miles
No option, We double profit still
You talking, You really just holding ain't neva kill
No nigga ain't give me no pedalstil
Don't hate just accept I'm ahead of you
I stay with em faces etc, We pull up Nd freeze up the weather
Cheat codes in the tuck
You ain't even worth buck
She ain't even earn my trust
Used to look up, Now we up
Clutchin plays on trap phone
While I'm Puffin reefa know I must
Loud pack talkin musty, hunnid wilt comin trust me
All depends if you trust me, Complications aint no ugly
Niggas brothers till its ugly, and my shoes they was muddy
Dirty blues On a Sunday
Take a toll But I love it
Wit a 4 Out in public
Try the boy Then you fuck wit
Imma Smoke ye like a Dutch
We started from a buck
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Mosanya
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