I go be your, I go be your

And it’s J to the O, the lyrically bionic boy

Let me be your, let me be your

Verse 1:

I go be your cheat code!

J to the O, I can Murk this beat hoe

Flyer than Heathrow!

Wake your ass up like what you wanna eat tho, you know that i’m sweet yo!

We stay texting like westrn

Me & you it’s an us thing like Texas

Stone cold, Steve Austin I’m flexing

Rick flair drip go wuuu when I’m vexing

Let’s do a recap, look I’m running this game baby you can check the heat-map & I bet that he mad

Can I get your jersey, the number on your back yea, can I have that yea

It may sound like I’m tryna get laid

First of all girl I’m tryna get paid

Tryna take those guys off you

What's the price on you, bad & booty super sized on you

Pop it & drop it & throw it

Don’t stop it the boy is into it

Maybe you know what you doing, baby your body is fluent. So fluent so

Bring it here man, get near Man

I bet you heard that it’s poppin over here man

I don’t care man, sincere man

Fly like Peter Pan balling like a airman

Chorus:

Got game, I go be your cheat code

10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko

Kontrol like Maleek oo

But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo

I go be your, I go be your

I go be your cheat code

I go be your I go be your

I go be your cheat code

Let me be your, let me be your

Let me be your cheat code

I go be your, I go be your

Baby let me be your cheat code

Verse 2:

Heard you looking for a gentle guy

Write poems, draw you. I’m a pencil guy

Tryna pay your bills, I can testify

Don’t mess with them pills, I can get you high

The ladies say I’m cute

Lyrically astute, look that’s just what I do

But I’m tryna get with you

Hope you get the clue, I don’t wanna be a playa this is my debut

I’m tryna rendezvous

Tryna make your hair & if you want we could screw

Look I’m tryna add some sauce in the pot with your stew

We could get a view of the stars in Peru

Revenue, avenue. Jump a nigga kangaroo

I’m a dear man, sincere man

Fly like a pelican, with you every year man

Now I’m bout to go beast mode, X O X O

Girl Can I be your cheat code

Chorus:

Got game, I go be your cheat code

10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko

Kontrol like Maleek oo

But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo

I go be your, I go be your

I go be your cheat code

I go be your I go be your

I go be your cheat code

Let me be your, let me be your

Let me be your cheat code

I go be your, I go be your

Baby let me be your cheat code

Verse 3:

Rolling with the hitters, I’m giving these niggas jitters

And you know that we the spitters, bananas going gorillas

Yea I’m rolling with my spinners & spreading ya legs for dinner

Yea my bros like the wayans, girl you know that I’m a Menace

I’m a beast, in the streets

Can I have some beats man you know I gotta eat man, niggas gonna see man

Fuck niggas tried to clown on me

Underground so they think they looking down on me yea. Fuck that, I hate rats

Get your bitch over boy she gonna bust that

Make that ass clap & that’s that

Rap fast with asthma got racks

Bout to get plaques & that’s facts. You bastard

I go be your cheat code, I go get your wrist froze

I can fly you in girl, take you to the east coast

No I ain’t selfish, stones in my necklace

Strap on your helmet cause I’m hella wreckless

Chorus:

Got game, I go be your cheat code

10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko

Kontrol like Maleek oo

But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo

I go be your, I go be your

I go be your cheat code

I go be your I go be your

I go be your cheat code

Let me be your, let me be your

Let me be your cheat code

I go be your, I go be your

Baby let me be your cheat code