Blue Cheese Salad
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha)
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
Yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah)
Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please
Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep
Wake that bitch up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'
Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin'
Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it
Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin'
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it
Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me
Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies
Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only
Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her
Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese
Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em)
All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)
And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)
Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)
Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)
They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns
I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh)
Keep this shit 100, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
13, carryin' that thunder, yeah
Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)
Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred)
I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Uh, yeah
Hahahaha
The fuck, nigga?
Hah, bitch, yeah
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha)
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
Yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah)
Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please
Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep
Wake that bitch up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'
Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin'
Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it
Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin'
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it
Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me
Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies
Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only
Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her
Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese
Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em)
All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)
And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)
Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)
Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)
They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns
I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh)
Keep this shit 100, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
13, carryin' that thunder, yeah
Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)
Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred)
I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Uh, yeah
Hahahaha
The fuck, nigga?
Hah, bitch, yeah
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Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Edward Maclin Cooper Iii
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