Cheat Code

[Intro] (Keep the E in it) (Chevy’s on switches, bitch we smoking weed in it) (Don’t post me in your pictures, if you can keep a secret) (We can always kick it, rule number one don’t) [Verse 1: Curren$y] I put myself in another bracket, I took the hate, and I made magic Took the shit away in a safe, stack it, on a rainy day in a Bape jacket I ain’t gon’ stay, but she keep asking, made my escape, she hit the bathroom Sent sad face emojis, lil bitch tried to throw the guilt-trip on me I’m high, and I’m only feeling money, she outside, want attention from me Nah, ma, aha, I’m out, I’m bout Dollars, meanwhile, I’m in, conference Peep-game [?], this fourth-quarter, we lock-down shit Redecorate houses, they speculating about us They get shaky when they come around us Paper-makers run the town, bitch They put my young dawg behind the wall because his gun had a switch Laws stay the same, won’t be too long He be right back gettin’ rich In a little bit, in the field, it’s real, banana-peel slipping getcha killed Gotta hold these scroll up to the light, you won’t reveal The message that I slip inside ‘cause I keep it concealed Like that nine, low-riders slide, the shades don’t cover her third-eye She be on my side, cause niggas be on some shit sometimes Sittin’ in my car acting like she on the phone But it’s really on You in the danger zone, and you ain’t knowing [Chorus: Curren$y] Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home You already know, it’s best you move on Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home You already know, it’s best you move on [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] Took a brick of dope to a different bracket Re-rock the coke, I’m good with fractions (I am) I add and subtract, super mathematics (Uh) Fly young crip, I ain’t never attached (Crip) Stay Chrome-to-the-bone, don’t do Bape jackets (Drip) Had to upgrade my status, I still tote them ratchets (Hey) Buy son a Glock, now that bitch automatic Smoking on a cream, even told Spitta I don’t burn papers But I burn paper, spot me a opp I’m about his top, to my niggas, no shock (Bow) Doernbecher Jordans copped (What) Crosses on my leg and socks Cross me, A.I., upping chops And-1, Hot Sauce, shooting shots I really be tryna chill though Copped the new crib, couple mill’ hoe Copped the new whip, with a new blick With a new clip, it’s a dildo I been tryna rap, and stay out the trap But don’t make me snap, ‘cause I’ll kill hoe Then it’s game over, in a matte-black Range Rover [?] hoe (Maxo, Maxo, hey) [Chorus: Curren$y] Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home You already know, it’s best you move on Put in a cheat code, my neck and wrist froze Hop out of the Rolls, and stunt on these hoes If I’m in the mode, you know she’ll go home You already know, it’s best you move on (You already know, its best you move on)