Cheat Code

[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 bitches, shit that I can sleep on
Treat a bitch 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 bitch a cheat code
My bitches can buy they own Birkins, don't do no cheap hoes
I don't do no cheap bitches
My Glock bi, it sleep bitches
I don't do no talkin' on the Live, I just go meet niggas
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' dick for four hours, bitch, 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 nigga Mike, I damn near be Ike
Yeah, like I'm Tina Turner
I'll fuck 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
(Niggas ain't seen the video of my nigga)
Yeah, it's a booty competition, bet I fuck 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 fuck 'cause she a model (Thank you)

[Outro]
(Let me hear that)
Come on
Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
It's Dyl
(Come on, Dyl)
Yeah