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Mak11 - Cheat Codes (feat. Hippy Junior & RagZ) Lyrics



Mak11 - Cheat Codes (feat. Hippy Junior & RagZ) Lyrics




Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa whoa
It's MAK11, Mena Beats
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Let's go, yeah

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Man imma get so lifted off this weed smoke
On God I'm feeling gifted imma g bro
My dawgs be with me sniffing for them C-notes
Yeah you know I gotta get me rich cuz I can't be broke
I want water dripping like a speedboat
Imma cop the top position while they below
Got a lot of opposition they ain't me though
Watching how I'm balling imma swish it like a free throw
Going too hard I can't ease up
OG in the jar what I need, yuh
Floating up to Mars and to Venus
Glowing like a star they can see
From back on Earth
Got em hopping on the wave come catch the surf
Now they calling out my name man that's berserk
I'll be going all the way and that's for certain, yeah

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Hippy coming for your throat, watch my downfall
Blowing smoke with Mak11 like an outlaw
Stand up for what I believe in don't know bout ya
But Hippy Junior is a fighter, southpaw
F*ck with that negative and I'm not around ya
It's about how you feel and who will surround ya
Know that no matter what people talk about ya
I fill my bank and I say thanks, I worked my ass off
I'm hearing you talking, found my options, having a better day
When I was lost, I'd pick up my Walkman, then I'd separate
Figured out Josh, and took off the locks, then I removed the chains
Now I can't stop, I'm sorry Momma if I move away
Know that my kids will be okay no matter what move I make
Telling you life is all about how you will deal with change
Started out going to pay for all my meals with change
Now I'm getting to giving away more then I could ever retain

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Yeah we got the cheat codes
With the lord of Fogtown you know how we roll
Giving out the smoke like this shit a pre-roll
Landing all my shots when I shoot, I'm like D Rose
Enough the talking, I'm popping, fed up with bullshit
Your bitch she be slobbing on my knob, she take the whole shit
Keep the glock it be popping, and run up with a full clip
Ain't no really stopping we dropping, we leaving holes bitch
Shawty bad and she know it, throw it back for a playa
You can hate me just gon slide now or later
She top me up twice a day, damn she love the flavor
Her best friend slide cuz she owe her ass a favor
Me and my girl that's like Bonnie and Clyde
The partners in crime, shout out to Shrimp that been my slime
Like the Hippy imma slide, shout out Mak for the grind
Can't put us together, we the best of all time, you bitch

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
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Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa whoa
It's MAK11, Mena Beats
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
Let's go, yeah

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Man imma get so lifted off this weed smoke
On God I'm feeling gifted imma g bro
My dawgs be with me sniffing for them C-notes
Yeah you know I gotta get me rich cuz I can't be broke
I want water dripping like a speedboat
Imma cop the top position while they below
Got a lot of opposition they ain't me though
Watching how I'm balling imma swish it like a free throw
Going too hard I can't ease up
OG in the jar what I need, yuh
Floating up to Mars and to Venus
Glowing like a star they can see
From back on Earth
Got em hopping on the wave come catch the surf
Now they calling out my name man that's berserk
I'll be going all the way and that's for certain, yeah

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Hippy coming for your throat, watch my downfall
Blowing smoke with Mak11 like an outlaw
Stand up for what I believe in don't know bout ya
But Hippy Junior is a fighter, southpaw
F*ck with that negative and I'm not around ya
It's about how you feel and who will surround ya
Know that no matter what people talk about ya
I fill my bank and I say thanks, I worked my ass off
I'm hearing you talking, found my options, having a better day
When I was lost, I'd pick up my Walkman, then I'd separate
Figured out Josh, and took off the locks, then I removed the chains
Now I can't stop, I'm sorry Momma if I move away
Know that my kids will be okay no matter what move I make
Telling you life is all about how you will deal with change
Started out going to pay for all my meals with change
Now I'm getting to giving away more then I could ever retain

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
I'm from a city far away come see the coast
Ain't no forgetting where I came from keep it close
And imma get it with the gang they mean the most
Ain't no doubt we out here winning every game
Like we got the cheat codes

Yeah we got the cheat codes
With the lord of Fogtown you know how we roll
Giving out the smoke like this shit a pre-roll
Landing all my shots when I shoot, I'm like D Rose
Enough the talking, I'm popping, fed up with bullshit
Your bitch she be slobbing on my knob, she take the whole shit
Keep the glock it be popping, and run up with a full clip
Ain't no really stopping we dropping, we leaving holes bitch
Shawty bad and she know it, throw it back for a playa
You can hate me just gon slide now or later
She top me up twice a day, damn she love the flavor
Her best friend slide cuz she owe her ass a favor
Me and my girl that's like Bonnie and Clyde
The partners in crime, shout out to Shrimp that been my slime
Like the Hippy imma slide, shout out Mak for the grind
Can't put us together, we the best of all time, you bitch

Been in this bitch it got me lit I'm tryna post
Imma get that Richard on my wrist and imma boast
The clique be with me now we sipping time to toast
Wanna be so rich I want the whip I'll buy the Ghost
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Writer: Andrew McDonald, Joshua Crocker, Joshua Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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