Cheat Code 3

Troncic, Troncic, Troncic

Troncic, Troncic

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 barks still, Beanski brother moves on

TYB, Weebay, hoppin' out that tooled up

Kevin Gates ain't on shit, what the fuck is 2 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

Just bought at Costcos, we ain't finna share no samples

Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example

Foot swingin' 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 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 to jack it, Louie

Foon found Boone 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, Unki, 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

ShittyBoyz

He spent his last on that denim Tears, I hear his pockets cryin'

Jalen Green, Reese Shepard, you see rockets flyin'

Take nine in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbin'

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 higher

All that gettin' over comfortable, beatin', 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

We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire

I leave you in the wind, you get out of Paris

When hams ask to strain, I just say anything that sounds exotic

On Y.O., me, 40, MJ, Fat Feds

The hood bullyin', me gettin' treated like the fat kid (Korn)

When I got a slab, it ain't no baby back ribs

You ain't smokin' fuckin' Zaga Zod, pussy, that's catnip

Blood, fuss, lit in SCO 3, 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

Shitty boys, Dog$hit Militia

Long Live $cam, R.I.P. Chris

You hips good? Aye

Troncic, Troncic