[Chorus: Lil Cheat Code]
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
Sticks
Bossed up on a bitch
Left pocket on blues boostin'
Right pocket on rich
Can't kick it with a fake nigga
Can't fake kick it with a snitch
Big racks need bomb aye
Spend 35 on a zip
Big bank wanna ball out
Came in with a fallout
Drop a nigga on fallout
Fuck nigga whatchu talkin' bout
Neck game on glacier
Gave lil' hoe a facial
Bitch shit ain't in my nature
Test it boy we gonna blaze you
We gonna blaze you
I ain't fuck with no taser
Boy I ain't gonna chase ya
Dirty boys gonna chase you
Real nigga on goon shit
Better watch who you move with
Better watch who you cool with
Associate them with a tool kit
[Chorus: Lil Cheat Code]
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
[Verse 2: Lil Cheat Code]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I'm trying to be just like you
Flex on the gram by a coupe
Socks old belt brand new
Backwoods stuffed with the boof
Fake real but still scared of the truth
Flex BNB with a pool
Sip red lean till I drool
Range on the lease with no fuel
Grabs on the drills like a tool
Ski mask on
Still stay cool, yuh
Lil Cheat Code
Written in stone
Bad bitch came thru to the night show
Main bitch calling me on my main phone
Never fucked with lil' lame hoes
I'm going H.A.M
Lil spazzed out
Finessed the whole game
All clout
Before I made tracks
I made a big amount
Y'all cigarettes or dogs
I'm putting you out
[Chorus: Lil Cheat Code]
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
[Verse 3: Mike G]
Ain't waiting on time cause
The clock is ticking
Up before the roosters
On a mission for that chicken, yuh
My problem is that all these niggas
Act like women
Now I gotta keep up with these
Bitches, that's pimpin', uh
Morning shade from the trees
That's a given
I keep dishin' over chips you
Need permission
Make history a mystic criticism
I should
Be in slow motion every time
I enter, uh
We ain't dealing with no fakes
Or pretenders uh
Say I need a bitch hotter than
Her temper
Remember I'm January to December
On the block
I've been plotting that's a lot
And I don't fuck with no cops, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Cheat Code]
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
Them sticks, we tote em'
Bank rolls ain't folding
Them Glocks, we hold em
They fully reloaded
The rent you owe us
The gang you know us
On gang we for it
We pop shit we show it
[Outro: Lil Cheat Code]
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Woah, woah, woah
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Woah, woah, woah
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