Cheat Code
I'm gettin' benjis
Fuck these bitches
Only like em cause i'm bored
I told shorty, I don't need her
Man go pass me another one
My homeboy off these drugs
He off this earth, he steady pourin' four
You say it's static, then it's up
You know we boutta up the score
And I've been fallin' out with too many people
It's some shit in my life that I need to go handle
Want me on the track, gotta pay a feature
You speakin' to me, but I don't hear nothin' bout money
So why would I wanna hear ya
Heard the opps, they be talkin' bout shit
But you know that we carry them things and they real lethal
Puttin' in work is the cheat code
Comin' back like a new millennium
Puttin' work in like Danny so I could be in a phantom
I done gained all my fans just from all this rappin
So I'm at the point I gotta keep goin', can't let up
I'd rather be ridin' expensive cars
But you won't catch me ridin' all up in a rental
I'm dodgin' these hoes from left to right
It's some shit that I do, can't be sentimental
Shawty bad, that's my girl
Oops, yeah, I mean friend
She ten out of ten
Somebody come get her, she need her man
I ride for my bros
If they on hots then you know I'm on go
If they ever do catch us, I'm stayin' ten toes
I'm chasin' for cheddar, but never once told
Swervo in the cut, you know that I'm so raw
I been baggin' hoes from left to right
Like ketchum, gotta catch em all
Gotta get this money, by any mean, man, fuck the law
In the stones is where I lay
Just know that I'ma make it far
I been fuckin' with these hoes and I don't really like em
You gotta pay me for a feature
Don't care if you don't like it
He try to take my swag and try to take my flow
I'ma strike him
You better run, these bullets burn
Cause I don't do no fightin
I'm gettin' benjis
Fuck these bitches
Only like em cause i'm bored
I told shorty, I don't need her
Man go pass me another one
My homeboy off these drugs
He off this earth, he steady pourin' four
You say it's static, then it's up
You know we boutta up the score
And I've been fallin' out with too many people
It's some shit in my life that I need to go handle
Want me on the track, gotta pay a feature
You speakin' to me, but I don't hear nothin' bout money
So why would I wanna hear ya
Heard the opps, they be talkin' bout shit
But you know that we carry them things and they real lethal
Puttin' in work is the cheat code
Fuck these bitches
Only like em cause i'm bored
I told shorty, I don't need her
Man go pass me another one
My homeboy off these drugs
He off this earth, he steady pourin' four
You say it's static, then it's up
You know we boutta up the score
And I've been fallin' out with too many people
It's some shit in my life that I need to go handle
Want me on the track, gotta pay a feature
You speakin' to me, but I don't hear nothin' bout money
So why would I wanna hear ya
Heard the opps, they be talkin' bout shit
But you know that we carry them things and they real lethal
Puttin' in work is the cheat code
Comin' back like a new millennium
Puttin' work in like Danny so I could be in a phantom
I done gained all my fans just from all this rappin
So I'm at the point I gotta keep goin', can't let up
I'd rather be ridin' expensive cars
But you won't catch me ridin' all up in a rental
I'm dodgin' these hoes from left to right
It's some shit that I do, can't be sentimental
Shawty bad, that's my girl
Oops, yeah, I mean friend
She ten out of ten
Somebody come get her, she need her man
I ride for my bros
If they on hots then you know I'm on go
If they ever do catch us, I'm stayin' ten toes
I'm chasin' for cheddar, but never once told
Swervo in the cut, you know that I'm so raw
I been baggin' hoes from left to right
Like ketchum, gotta catch em all
Gotta get this money, by any mean, man, fuck the law
In the stones is where I lay
Just know that I'ma make it far
I been fuckin' with these hoes and I don't really like em
You gotta pay me for a feature
Don't care if you don't like it
He try to take my swag and try to take my flow
I'ma strike him
You better run, these bullets burn
Cause I don't do no fightin
I'm gettin' benjis
Fuck these bitches
Only like em cause i'm bored
I told shorty, I don't need her
Man go pass me another one
My homeboy off these drugs
He off this earth, he steady pourin' four
You say it's static, then it's up
You know we boutta up the score
And I've been fallin' out with too many people
It's some shit in my life that I need to go handle
Want me on the track, gotta pay a feature
You speakin' to me, but I don't hear nothin' bout money
So why would I wanna hear ya
Heard the opps, they be talkin' bout shit
But you know that we carry them things and they real lethal
Puttin' in work is the cheat code
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Writer(s): Anderson Caceres
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