Cheesehead
Bitch, I'm countin' up cheese, throwin' plays like I'm Rogers, ayy
Every day a good day, rollin' up 3.5 tonkers, I swear to God
Talkin' on Smoozy, I'm slidin' with the Uzi
Hangin' out the window with the chopper
No I ain't goin' on a rant, 35 clip, comin' at you like Durant
All the opposition getting stomped like Some ants
I'm the milk, I mean mailman, so your bitch mouth get a stamp
I'm undefeated, oh, I'm the champ
Blunt' sparked like a torch,Soul lit as a lamp
James Harden with my left if my right, catch a cramp
I'm chosen, blessed, and gifted
Mind on the money and that same mission
Oh yeah, my soul is soaked with golden ticket divisions
Glock with the titty and I really get to tripping
I got a trophy, bougie bitch, she either grippin' or licking
But if that lobster ain't cooked, then she busy pissin' fitting
Out on a quest like the Goonies, I'ma leave the plebs in the dust missing
This a couple chapters of my journey, I just hope you listening
Got the braces off but my chain still glistening
Ayy, alright, let's switch it up
best friend,Ben Frank
Ayy, ayy, ayy, best friend bein' frank
Keep the ratchet on me like clank
Yeah, lil' bitch, I was born in the jungle
Zippin' up my bape, ready to face ain't no way that I could be tamed
Lookin' at my jewelry, chop, spitting, flames
Hating on the goat, I don't even know your name
I do my scam dance when the money hit the bank
If it get a little stormy, I'll adapt to the change
I'm really the chosen one that's embedded in my name
Bitch, knew the lyrics to my song, I put my foot up on the bed,hey
And then she came, dunked on her ass, 06 heat, LeBron James
We are not the same, you do not compete
Since a little youngin', I was swimmin' in the deep
If he run his mouth, pointin' at his feet
I'ma make his crusty ass run up and down the street
Napkin tucked, bougie eats, oh, and if we down two
Imma Larry Bird, hit the three
Shrooms enhance the spidey senses so I can see
My choppa sick balls, choppa sick balls unless you stand by me
If you messin' with the job, WWF, barbed bat swinging at your head to the beat
Or I'll make you eat a curb with the crackheads
Laced on my two fuckin' feet, size 12, can you see
Designer costume on my body, it's North Face and Supreme
Young me would think it's crazy
What I made in a motherfuckin' week, inspirational
You know what I'm sayin'
Hey, hey
Playing PS2 on the road, straight geeked
Hey!
Every day a good day, rollin' up 3.5 tonkers, I swear to God
Talkin' on Smoozy, I'm slidin' with the Uzi
Hangin' out the window with the chopper
No I ain't goin' on a rant, 35 clip, comin' at you like Durant
All the opposition getting stomped like Some ants
I'm the milk, I mean mailman, so your bitch mouth get a stamp
I'm undefeated, oh, I'm the champ
Blunt' sparked like a torch,Soul lit as a lamp
James Harden with my left if my right, catch a cramp
I'm chosen, blessed, and gifted
Mind on the money and that same mission
Oh yeah, my soul is soaked with golden ticket divisions
Glock with the titty and I really get to tripping
I got a trophy, bougie bitch, she either grippin' or licking
But if that lobster ain't cooked, then she busy pissin' fitting
Out on a quest like the Goonies, I'ma leave the plebs in the dust missing
This a couple chapters of my journey, I just hope you listening
Got the braces off but my chain still glistening
Ayy, alright, let's switch it up
best friend,Ben Frank
Ayy, ayy, ayy, best friend bein' frank
Keep the ratchet on me like clank
Yeah, lil' bitch, I was born in the jungle
Zippin' up my bape, ready to face ain't no way that I could be tamed
Lookin' at my jewelry, chop, spitting, flames
Hating on the goat, I don't even know your name
I do my scam dance when the money hit the bank
If it get a little stormy, I'll adapt to the change
I'm really the chosen one that's embedded in my name
Bitch, knew the lyrics to my song, I put my foot up on the bed,hey
And then she came, dunked on her ass, 06 heat, LeBron James
We are not the same, you do not compete
Since a little youngin', I was swimmin' in the deep
If he run his mouth, pointin' at his feet
I'ma make his crusty ass run up and down the street
Napkin tucked, bougie eats, oh, and if we down two
Imma Larry Bird, hit the three
Shrooms enhance the spidey senses so I can see
My choppa sick balls, choppa sick balls unless you stand by me
If you messin' with the job, WWF, barbed bat swinging at your head to the beat
Or I'll make you eat a curb with the crackheads
Laced on my two fuckin' feet, size 12, can you see
Designer costume on my body, it's North Face and Supreme
Young me would think it's crazy
What I made in a motherfuckin' week, inspirational
You know what I'm sayin'
Hey, hey
Playing PS2 on the road, straight geeked
Hey!
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Writer(s): Aye $moozy
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