Cheat Code Pt. 3 (feat. nanu) Video (MV)

Jump outside the Bentley truck and let it ghost ride
You say that nigga did what, you better go slide
Niggas start some gangsta shit, but then they go hide
Shoot me like, five times and then I won't die

Told Danny throw a shovel in my casket
I'm a boss, nigga, foreign cars on me while I'm in traffic
I got seven grams left, but I'll sell you by the basket
Put a GPS in my bitch car so I can track it

If the doors open, suicide that bitch and Phantom
You a snitch, cause you keep pulling out that f*cking camera
Got codeine in my piss, cause I keep pouring Fanta's
Asking for a zip of weed, like some f*cking randoms

Like, like some f*cking randoms,
God pull up on the scene, With a f*cking blammer
Bitch, that's not a method, cause you not a scammer
Please do not f*ck with any bitch that's named Amber

I ain't talking bout Rose, I'm a young MVP like Derrick Rose
Ho, score like, fifty points and let the shots go
I really f*ck your bitch, and let the bros know

Dropped a fifty ball, but that shit mean none to me
Opps stay in Phoenix, they like my son to me
If I let this bitch rip, then karma finna come get me
Beat it up, then left it, cause she ain't mean none to me

Mmm, Mike Jack, how I f*cking beat a bitch
Mmm, she a bad lil' thot in conceded, bitch
Mmm, feel like the man, look at my wrist
Mmm, feel like the man, look at my hip
Mmm, if I hit it twice, then you know I'ma f*ck Perc

If I hit it twice, then you know I'm going Bizerck
Whatever drugs I take, It'll send you off this earth
You ain't on gang shit, I put you on a shirt
Hit my shooter up, ask him what the f*cking word
Hit my shooter up, hold on, ayy
Hit my shooter up, ask him what the f*cking word
Before I kill him, put his family in a hearse

I don't got friends, all my brothers trust each other
Punch him in the head, now I got him seeing colors
Let three bullets off, then we turn into olympic runners
If the feds question me, I ain't saying shit, no stutter