Cheatcodes lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, slatt, yeah, yeah
Slatt, slatt

[Chorus]
Yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
Everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
I'm on a whole 'nother level
VVS just on the wrist, that's a whole new bezel
Lil' b*tch, this a Chrome Hearts sweater
I'm with D Rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
Yo b*tch on my hotline, cellular
Tell her to, "Pull up", and she eat di*k like Popeyes special
Push up in a hot rod, huh
Said that it smoke, n*gga pop off, huh
Thought she was thе same, when she camе over here, started playin' with balls like it's Top Golf
Too many n*ggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin' they lil' sh*t finna pop off, huh
That lil' hoe said I'm rich, hoe you not wrong
In the field, I'm the motherf*ckin' top dog
A young n*gga been swervin' in traffic

[Verse 1]
That lil' b*tch is so overdramatic (C'mon)
When I'm done, I'm gon' throw her and pass it
Bankroll on bankroll, gotta keep on addin' (Yeah)
New designer sh*t, throwin' on fashion (C'mon)
n*ggas broke, that's why we always clashin'
In that AMG, doin' the dashin'
That lil' hoe wouldn't f*ck with me back then
f*ck that stream, I ain't into reactions
n*ggas know I'm way better than that sh*t
Turn up the crowd on the stage, I went back, sh*t
Spend a bag, and watch me make it backflip
And I'm never goin' out like that kid
Pulled up to the stu' and he got whacked quick
I could see him lookin'
Scored on the drank, n*gga like a hat trick
Huh, we got drank, pull up, b*tch
We got bags, pull up, b*tch
I'm tryna geek up, not tryna exist
Blunt like FIFA, sh*t got some kick
I-I got fat wallet, b*tch
n*gga I been poppin' my sh*t
Whole lotta hoes tryna chill in the 'Vette
Countin' through blue hunnids, like I'm Nem
[Verse 2]
Hey, hey
He think he smarter than us, you's a backdoor
I smoke a blunt in the air, now I'm back hoe
I f*ck a ten, and turn her into a pass on
7.62 turn lil' bro to a casserole
Leave him dead in the ground, like it's Astro'
Blunt like the size of my finger, no cap, hoe
Put a cap on his ass, now he capped out
Rockin' KA$HWAYZ around here, you get slapped, hoe
Or get slapped on, sippin' Wock, but I'm tryn' get my act on
Fine sh*t, I'm tryn' get in her backbone (Yeah)
I'm with twin in the 'Vette, rollin' fat cones (Yeah)
Spend a band on my fit, made it back in like one day
Too rich, they call me a "as*h*le"
That lil' hoe on my di*k 'cause she f*ck with feng shui
I'm the one she tryna smash on

[Chorus]
Yeah, bankroll as tall as a center
Everything you try to do, yeah my gang do better
I'm on a whole 'nother level
VVS just on the wrist, that's a whole new bezel
Lil' b*tch, this a Chrome Hearts sweater
I'm with D Rich in the spot, make it hot like weather
Yo b*tch on my hotline, cellular
Tell her to, "Pull up", and she eat di*k like Popeyes special
Push up in a hot rod, huh
Said that it smoke, n*gga pop off, huh
Thought she was the same, when she came over here, started playin' with balls like it's Top Golf
Too many n*ggas tryna diss on my name, thinkin' they lil' sh*t finna pop off
That lil' hoe said I'm rich, hoe you not wrong (C'mon)
In the field, I'm the motherf*ckin' top dog
A young n*gga been swervin' in traffic
[Outro]
Swervin' in traffic
Skrrt, skrrt