Cheat Code 3

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: BabyTron] Troncic, Troncic, Troncic (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Troncic, Troncic [Verse: BabyTron] They like, "Tron, what happened? Shit, we missed the old you That '21 run was different, how you let 'em clone you?" Spittin' crack in the booth, I hand-to-hand through ProTools Dominatin' like I'm Shaq, Phil Jack' in '02 A-Tron Barksdale, Beannskii brother moves on TYB, Wee-Bey, hoppin' out that two door Kevin Gates ain't on shit, what the fuck is two phones? The way the MPX spit, you would think its tooth gone Lavender and Gray TRX, it look like Aerodactyl Fiends tossin' needles anywhere, I wouldn't wear no sandals The spot ain't Costco's, we ain't finna share no samples Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example Fuzz swing the stick, that's a point, Stan Musial Commander crackin' head, boy, you just a bamboozile Where the fuck's your V? You always say your man's usin' it Had to kick him off the team, every play he half-ruined it Bitch actin' like she won a Oscar, that's just took Dude died for some booty, SMH, that's just coochie Why she think I woke up with a woodpecker? That's the toolie We had dumped his body off Splitter Drive, that's the boonies Cudi slimier than putty, turned to opp-ass capuzzi Slidin' 'round with my Migos and our hoes Bad and Bougie I'm sick 'cause mice out here spillin' sauce, Ratatoullie We a checkmate tonight, it's only right the jacket Louie Foo Fam Boom Binker, out in Cali with the button The worst thang on the road is when the Navi' get to buggin' Never ever could I lack, I'm in the Caddy with a hunnid My lil' woadie in here sleep off three Xannies, Rodney Stuckey Please stop it with the slim thick if your body pudgy Dude up a Andre Drummond, he ain't got no money No matter what the jury tell Unky, only God can judge em' Dog$hit Militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy (*RUFF!*) VVs, they on Teletubby, call me Tinky Winky Turkey bag terrorist, I'm rollin' up some stinky inky If it ain't about the money, I hear, "Me, me, me, me" Long live $cam and lil' Chris, I know you see Nene You cannot complete the dub without your teammates If I had to rate your lifestyle, it's a D-grade (Failure) You gon' raise your son to be a bitch, D-Wade Why you pop out rockin' that fit, WTH? Feel like the Tin Man, I spent a dub on CH With them outsiders, skee and Reezy thuggin' PA It's the Militia, we might slide a hunnid ELA's It keep on gettin' loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave [Segue: TronsTestimonial & BabyTron] Hey, bro Where the fuck the album at, man? Come on It's been damn near five months, bro, we're waiting Hey, fuck around and drop it, 7:07 a.m. on some Luka shit, I don't know, bro Please drop it tomorrow (NYAH) [Part II] [Intro] NYAH, heh, ShittyBoyz [Verse] He spent his last on that Denim Tears, I hear his pockets cryin' (NYAH) Jalen Green, Reed Shepard, you see rockets flyin' TEC-9 in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbine-ing Lil' brodie finna blow up like a bomb inside 'em It's a dirty game, fuck the rules, they'd disqualify me OT for 'bout seven days, I'm on Quanny time Amiri patch of Scottish, walk-in on my Roddy Piper All that bein' in the gym first, that's what got him hired All that gettin' over comfortable, be done got him fired Once upon a time, they had the sauce, that shit got expired I ain't talkin' 'bout no golf clubs, but we got some drivers (Skrrrt) We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire (Hah) I'll leave you in the wind, you get out of pocket (Phew) When hams ask the strain, I just say anything that sound exotic On Y.O., me, 40, MJ, Fat Feds The hood bully him, he gettin' treated like the fat kid (Corn) When I got a slab, it ain't no baby back ribs You ain't smokin' fuckin' zagaza, pussy, that's catnip Lil Fuzz slid and scored three, that's a hat trick Worry 'bout me, you need a pack of Mighty Patches (Man) Worry 'bout me, you need a stack of ninety ChapSticks Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah [Outro] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris You hip skip? Ayy Troncic, Troncic