Nachos

I'm back mhmmmm yea
CGE
That's my team (Yea)
Everything we like is really green (No veggies)
Money, weed

We got Nachos (Wagyu beef wit the)
Cheese (Woo and don't forget them peppers)
Bitches on they knees, till they bleed (Omg)
Wanna kick it that's not free (Forty dollars)
All my weed from dispensaries (Opp Pack)
Smoke so much
I don't have no dreams (But I got goals)
I got dreams, like Martin Luther king
Been through so much my heart stone like the thing
Been through too much tried to shoot us they ain't hit no thing
All my opps is dead they had seven days just like the ring
Diamonds hit like bells Glock don't need no auto tune to sing
Ding-a-ling that's what's yo girl lick for weed
A Fein, for that za za she gone suck it clean

I say a lot I'm not gone stop i promise you nigga i stand on it
They had blicks all in they whip they hoped out an ran on me
I smiled, you look like my friend homie
Gotta kill me cause you can get nan from me
They ain't get nan from me
Go get the pastor my bullets faster (Stop runnin)
You ain't Muslim (No you not)
Why you fastin (Bitch you broke)
It ain't no spiritual choice
It ain't choice at all (We know)
I'm not even in the NBA but i still ball
C.G.E i been claiming it since i could crawl
Used to shit in diapers now i shit on y'all
My hands itch like bird mans yo hands itch like balls (Stinky)
Backwoods look like a log, yours is like a twig
You got more tobacco than the weed you be rolling be cigs
Pull up late if she don't let me fuck I wake the kids
Freestyle on top of freestyle talkin shit (Halitosis)
I like cheese blue and green i aint talkin mac (Moldy)
Money look like it's gone fall wit the way it stack (Oh no)
I hear this i hear that never hear no facts (Lies)
Rather hear that hate than hear yo music that shit wack
Yea, mines crack
They keep coming back
Every time I'm in the stu I say I'm in the trap
And business is boomin