Cheat Code 3

Trončić, Trončić, Trončić (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Trončić, Trončić

They like, "Tron, what happened? Shit, we missed the OG"
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, Beanski brother moves on
TYB, Weebay, hoppin' out that tooled up
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 Costcos, we ain't finna share no samples
Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example
When Fuzz swing the stick, that's a point, Stan Musial
Commander crackin' head, boy, you just a bamboozle
Where the fuck's your V? You always say your man's usin'
Had to kick him off the team, every play he half-ruined it
Bitch actin' like she won a Oscar, that's just Too Doody
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 capooey
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 Louis
Foo Fam Boom Binker, ridin' Cali with the buggy
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
Dueled up with Andre Drummond, he ain't got no money
No matter what the jury tell Unky, only God can judge you
Dog$hit Militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy
VVs, they on Teletubby, call me Tinky Winky
Turkey bag terrorists, I'm rollin' up some stinky inky
If it ain't about the money, I hear, "Neeny, neeny"
Long list scammin', lil' Chris, I know you see me-me-me
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 the Mousetiger, skee and Reezy thuggin' PA
It's the Militia, we might slide a hunnid elates
They keep on gettin' loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave

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)

Nyah, heh, ShittyBoyz

He spent his last on that Denim Tears, I hear his pockets cryin' (nyeh)
Jalen Green, Reese Shepard, you see rockets flyin'
Take nine in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbinin'
Lil' brodie finna blow up like a bomb inside 'em
It's a dirty game, fuck the rules, they 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 (skrrt)
We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire (hah)
I leave you in the wind, you get autopilot (phew)
When hams ask the strain, I just say anything that sound exotic
On Y.O., me, 40, MJ, Fat Feds
The hood bullyin', we 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 lit and score three, that's a hat trick
Worry 'bout me, you need a pack of Mighty Pats (man)
Worry 'bout me, you need a stack of ninety ChapSticks

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
Shitty Boys, Dog$hit Militia
Long Live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You hip skip? Ayy
Trončić, Trončić