Cheat Code Lyrics

Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah shoot retarded
Ayy, Iced out wrist, it was me and
And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy

Say my chopper 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
Chopper 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

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 dog
The perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs
I got a catalog, I don't be mad at all
Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw
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
Thirty 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 them Wraith doors
Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us
And we was on Live with it, big four-five with us
Twenty cars in traffic nigga, gang gang slidin' with us I won't run from no beef, I'ma grill it
Dingaling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it
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, hmm
Them new perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk
Uh, them new hollow thangs will 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 sixty pack, got my chicken up
Cut that bitch three fast, sold her fifty ones
Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood
Make these hoes get to dancing like a Nitti beat
You ain't sick p*ssy nigga, you just sick of me
Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T

Say my chopper 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
Chopper 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

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