Cheat Code Lyrics

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