Cheat Code lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Come on
Yeah

[Verse]
Ten hoes, Casamigos for the freak hoes
Put the chop through the peephole, I bet it sleep hoes
I like big-booty b*tches, sh*t that I can sleep on
Treat a b*tch like Missy Elliot and get my freak on
I keep a flip phone so when I make plays, no R.I.C.O.s
I'm in LA right now chillin' with some hoes at Chico's
Brodie got an aimbot on his Glock, that b*tch a cheat code
My b*tches can buy they own Birkins, don't do no cheap hoes
I don't do no cheap b*tches
My Glock bi, it sleep b*tches
I don't do no talkin' on the Live, I just go meet n*ggas
If her arms jiggle when she cook, she put her feet in it
I damn near need a scuba suit 'cause I be deep in it
Alright, I had to let the beat breathe
She been suckin' di*k for four hours, b*tch, let my meat breathe
I got mad and threw on all my chains to let the heat leave
Ah, I had to go and drink my Sprite
I done punched so many flights, could damn near be Mike
I be with my n*gga Mike, I damn near be Ike
Yeah, like I'm Tina Turner
I'll f*ck my babysitter, I ain't Timmy Turner
At first, she used to use her teeth, but she a fast learner
I bring my blicky in the club, bae (Hold my burner)
Yeah, put it in your purse
You think Rock left was crazy, I'll do you worse
(n*ggas ain't seen the video of my n*gga)
Yeah, it's a booty competition, bet I f*ck her first
I wanna hit Mulatto
Matter fact, go hit the lotto
Four hoes and one bottle
Got her bustin' and she toucin' off moscato
I don't even know her name, I just f*ck 'cause she a model (Thank you)
[Outro]
(Let me hear that)
Come on
Know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
It's Dyl
(Come on, Dyl)
Yeah