So Much Cheese
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Who they wanna be? Uh, who they wanna be? Me
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
(Bird business supremacy)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ayy
I got so much fuckin' cheese, cheese
Who these niggas wanna be?
They wanna be me
Clutchin' the 43X, my niggas shoot from the three
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap
I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah
Kan just went SRT
He can't control that bitch, he should've bought him a fuckin' Jeep
Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease
Can't give these niggas peace, Glock 27 got a fuckin'-
Can't say it on this bitch but the way that bitch sound, it's a glitch
If I get caught with this bitch, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit
Hang with all my fuckin' dawgs, make them niggas go sick
Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these niggas be sick
I don't wear no fuckin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick
She got a lot of ass up in them pants, I like the way that bitch sit
AMG move fast, they like, "Where the fuck this boy went?"
Sold that nigga some fent', 'cause that bitch had me bent
My cup cost a nigga rent, literally
Look at my motherfuckin' jacket, that bitch came from Italy
Cut off that bitch two years ago, I know that that bitch missin' me
Soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me
I'm high on the motherfucking holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree
I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee
All these niggas do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that bitch in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my nigga get caught with that gun, he on the run
Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why
I'm chillin' with God
Look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
Look at my bezel
VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap
Schedule II boys, drug business
I just popped a motherfuckin' pill and this bitch got me too lifted
You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red
I'm lyin', I do, my stupid ass had to catch my head
Had to catch my head
Catch my head
Who they wanna be? Uh, who they wanna be? Me
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
(Bird business supremacy)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ayy
I got so much fuckin' cheese, cheese
Who these niggas wanna be?
They wanna be me
Clutchin' the 43X, my niggas shoot from the three
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap
I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah
Kan just went SRT
He can't control that bitch, he should've bought him a fuckin' Jeep
Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease
Can't give these niggas peace, Glock 27 got a fuckin'-
Can't say it on this bitch but the way that bitch sound, it's a glitch
If I get caught with this bitch, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit
Hang with all my fuckin' dawgs, make them niggas go sick
Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these niggas be sick
I don't wear no fuckin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick
She got a lot of ass up in them pants, I like the way that bitch sit
AMG move fast, they like, "Where the fuck this boy went?"
Sold that nigga some fent', 'cause that bitch had me bent
My cup cost a nigga rent, literally
Look at my motherfuckin' jacket, that bitch came from Italy
Cut off that bitch two years ago, I know that that bitch missin' me
Soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me
I'm high on the motherfucking holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree
I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee
All these niggas do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that bitch in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my nigga get caught with that gun, he on the run
Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why
I'm chillin' with God
Look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
Look at my bezel
VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap
Schedule II boys, drug business
I just popped a motherfuckin' pill and this bitch got me too lifted
You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red
I'm lyin', I do, my stupid ass had to catch my head
Had to catch my head
Catch my head
Credits
Writer(s): Bart Van Hoewijk, Deante Adam Johnson, Hudson Major, Prod Pink
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