Cheese on the track
Got a ************ stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog
******' on your ************ when you call dog
You a ************ goin' through a ************ call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that ************, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a ************ still squeal now
************ boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good ************, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route
And them sold out dates got a ************ back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sippin' on Act
Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
************ say she wanna ************ me, no strings attached
And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap
When the trap came, ************ got work in the map
And don't talk on phones, ************ workin' that tap
************s owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a ************ relapsed
Bangin' my gang like a mother******' frat
I don't love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack
************s play tough 'til a ************ get whacked
All the coupes fast, ************ might as well drag
Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood ************, I don't need a pass
All blue hundreds, got these ************ ************s mad
Robbed a lil ************, ain't have to use mags
Two-hundred twenty, ************ had to do the dash
Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash
Got a ************ stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog
******' on your ************ when you call dog
You a ************ goin' through a ************ call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that ************, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a ************ still squeal now
************ boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good ************, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in, took the cash route