I go be your, I go be your
And it’s J to the O, the lyrically bionic boy
Let me be your, let me be your
Verse 1:
I go be your cheat code!
J to the O, I can Murk this beat hoe
Flyer than Heathrow!
Wake your ass up like what you wanna eat tho, you know that i’m sweet yo!
We stay texting like westrn
Me & you it’s an us thing like Texas
Stone cold, Steve Austin I’m flexing
Rick flair drip go wuuu when I’m vexing
Let’s do a recap, look I’m running this game baby you can check the heat-map & I bet that he mad
Can I get your jersey, the number on your back yea, can I have that yea
It may sound like I’m tryna get laid
First of all girl I’m tryna get paid
Tryna take those guys off you
What's the price on you, bad & booty super sized on you
Pop it & drop it & throw it
Don’t stop it the boy is into it
Maybe you know what you doing, baby your body is fluent. So fluent so
Bring it here man, get near Man
I bet you heard that it’s poppin over here man
I don’t care man, sincere man
Fly like Peter Pan balling like a airman
Chorus:
Got game, I go be your cheat code
10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko
Kontrol like Maleek oo
But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo
I go be your, I go be your
I go be your cheat code
I go be your I go be your
I go be your cheat code
Let me be your, let me be your
Let me be your cheat code
I go be your, I go be your
Baby let me be your cheat code
Verse 2:
Heard you looking for a gentle guy
Write poems, draw you. I’m a pencil guy
Tryna pay your bills, I can testify
Don’t mess with them pills, I can get you high
The ladies say I’m cute
Lyrically astute, look that’s just what I do
But I’m tryna get with you
Hope you get the clue, I don’t wanna be a playa this is my debut
I’m tryna rendezvous
Tryna make your hair & if you want we could screw
Look I’m tryna add some sauce in the pot with your stew
We could get a view of the stars in Peru
Revenue, avenue. Jump a nigga kangaroo
I’m a dear man, sincere man
Fly like a pelican, with you every year man
Now I’m bout to go beast mode, X O X O
Girl Can I be your cheat code
Chorus:
Got game, I go be your cheat code
10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko
Kontrol like Maleek oo
But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo
I go be your, I go be your
I go be your cheat code
I go be your I go be your
I go be your cheat code
Let me be your, let me be your
Let me be your cheat code
I go be your, I go be your
Baby let me be your cheat code
Verse 3:
Rolling with the hitters, I’m giving these niggas jitters
And you know that we the spitters, bananas going gorillas
Yea I’m rolling with my spinners & spreading ya legs for dinner
Yea my bros like the wayans, girl you know that I’m a Menace
I’m a beast, in the streets
Can I have some beats man you know I gotta eat man, niggas gonna see man
Fuck niggas tried to clown on me
Underground so they think they looking down on me yea. Fuck that, I hate rats
Get your bitch over boy she gonna bust that
Make that ass clap & that’s that
Rap fast with asthma got racks
Bout to get plaques & that’s facts. You bastard
I go be your cheat code, I go get your wrist froze
I can fly you in girl, take you to the east coast
No I ain’t selfish, stones in my necklace
Strap on your helmet cause I’m hella wreckless
Chorus:
Got game, I go be your cheat code
10 over 10 you go think say na Tinko
Kontrol like Maleek oo
But you know that it’s Shamz on the beat oo
I go be your, I go be your
I go be your cheat code
I go be your I go be your
I go be your cheat code
Let me be your, let me be your
Let me be your cheat code
I go be your, I go be your
Baby let me be your cheat code
