Cheat Code 3

Trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to, trying to

She like trying what happened, shit we missed the OG
That 21 run was different, how you let him clone you?
Spitting crack in the booth, I hand to hand through Pro Tools
Dominating like I'm Shaq, Phil Jack and O2
A trying bark still, Beanski brother moves on

TYB, Weebay, hopping out that tool, duh
Kevin Gates ain't on shit, what the fuck is 2FUN?
The way the MPX spit, you would think it's tooth gum
Lavender and gray TRX, it look like Aerodactyl
Fiends tossing needles anywhere, I wouldn't wear no sandals

Just buy that Costco's, we ain't finna share no samples
Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example
Foot swing a stick, that's a point, Stan Musial
Commander crack a head, boy you just a bamboozle
Where the fuck's your V? Why I say your man's using?

Had to kick him off the team, every play he half ruined it
Bitch acting like she won an Oscar, that's just tooth duty
Died for some booty, SMH, that's just coochie
Why she think I woke up with a woodpecker, that's the tooth
We had dumped his body off, split her drive, that's the booty

Cutty slimier than putty, turned to op-ass kaput
Flying round with my amigos and our hoes bad and bougie
I'm sick as mice out here spilling sauce, ratatouille
We a checkmate tonight, it's only right to jacket Louis
Foom, fam, boom, binker, out in Cali with the bug

The worst thing on the road is when the nabby get the bug
Never ever could I lack, I'm in the caddy with a hundred
My lil' wody in here sleep off three Xannies, ride me stuck
Please stop it with the slim thick if your body pudgy
Dueled up with Andre Drummond, he ain't got no money

No matter what the jury tell, unky, only God can judge you
Dog shit militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy
VV's down, tell a tubby, call me Tinky Winky
Turkey bag terrorists, I'm rolling up some stinky
If it ain't about the money, I hear me, me, me, me
Long live scamming, look, Chris, I know you see me, me, me

You cannot complete the dub without your teammates
If I had to rate your lifestyle, it's a D-grade
You gon' raise your son to be a bitch, D-way
Why you pop out rockin' that fit, W-T-H

Feel like the 10-man, I spent a dub on C-H
With the mouse cider, skiing, Reezy thuggin' P.A
It's the militia, we might slide a hundred E-legs
It keep on getting loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave

Hey bro where the fuck the album at man come on
It's been damn near five months bro we're waiting
Hey fuck around and drop it 7:07 a.m. on some
Lucas shit i don't know bro please drop it tomorrow

He spent his last on that denim tears, I hear his pockets crying
Jalen Green reads Shepard, you see rockets flying
Take nine in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbine
Lil Brody finna blow up like a bomb inside him

It's a dirty game, fuck the rules, they disqualify me
OT for about seven days, I'm on quantity time
Amiri Patch of Scottish, walk in on my Roddy Piper
All that being in the gym first, that's what got him high
All that getting over comfortable, beating God, I'm fighting

Once upon a time, they had the sauce, that shit got expired
I ain't talking about no golf clubs, but we got some drivers
We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire
I'll leave you in the wind, you get out of party
When hams ask to strain, I just say anything that sound exotic
On Y.O., me 40, MJ, fat fig

The hood bully him, he getting treated like the fat kid
When I got a slab, it ain't no baby back rib
You ain't smoking fucking Zaga Zop, pussy, that's catnip
Lil Fuss, Lil Jisco three, that's a hat trick
Worry about me, you need a pack of Mighty Patches
Worry about me, you need a stack of 90 chapsticks

Dodge and Militia
Long-legged skin
You hip-skit?
Ayy, trashes, trashes