Big Hot Cheeto lyrics

[Intro]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh, hmm

[Chorus]
Tryna turn my opps' hood to a cemetery, huh
I got rounds on me now, no preliminary, huh
Big dog, big as f*ck when you see me, huh
Big Skub beat you up when you see me, uh
Big Hot Cheeto, big Glock keeper
Slid next day, b*tch, I been got even
Hmm, Get Back Gang, on the East with my demons
7 Mile n*gga in the hood with my heathens
If you reach, I teach, stain they clothes, no bleach
You reach, I teach, stain his clothes, no bleach
You reach, I teach, stain his clothes, no bleach
You, hmm, I, hmm, stain his clothes, no, hmm

[Verse]
Hmm, we'll clear the smoke out the air, chopper Ozium
I know I got killers up in here because I roll with 'em
I'ma pull your BM by her hair because she gold-digging
And my bed big, boy, I'm 'bout to f*ck them hoes with her
f*ck the summer up, cold winter, ain't got no feelings
Hit that road, lookin' like my main b*tch 'cause I keep going with her
FN lookin' like my main squeeze, it keep going with me
FN lookin' like my better half 'cause I keep it
Huh, make me put them shooters on your ass, give me a reason, huh
Every time the opps cross our path, they be bleeding, huh
Every time the opps near our hood, they get left
We the n*ggas who be making them n*ggas take they last breaths
Because of us, some n*ggas can't see they babies' first steps
Because of us, them n*ggas develop post-traumatic stress
We'll kill a n*gga quick, he slippin', postin' that address
Get the drop and he gon' drop, the only option, we the best
Send him to the city morgue, send him to the bity morgue
We the type of n*ggas out of town with 'bout fifty 40s
I got white boy fiends big as hell, Mickey Rourke
These n*ggas done, extra finished, hit 'em with the fork
You n*ggas was done in high school, hit 'em with the spork
I just put my balls on that b*tch, she think it's a sport
I just poked that n*gga in his chest, I think he a dork
I should thump that n*gga in his forehead because he's short
As-salamu alaykum with the Drac' 'em, I don't eat no pork
Permanent vacation, he in heaven, that ain't no resort
Your BM a sl*t, she a b*tch, that lil' ho a whore
I'll give lil' baby Perky di*k 'til she don't want no more
I'll send some bullets through your brain 'til you don't know no more
You know ain't none of this sh*t gon' change, I'ma up the score
Drop a new chain with baguettes 'cause I can 'ford it
b*tch I used to f*ck with said my name and I ignored her
I don't know nobody, I'm just tryna ho somebody, huh
If you don't know nothin' 'bout me, then you best not go around me, huh
If you don't know my gang, then you best not bome through here, huh
We don't hesitate to up them blicks and send 'em through there, huh
Your b*tch call me honey while I f*ck her, Skuba Pooh Bear, huh
I'm the reason why you gotta buy that b*tch some new hair
Special kind of n*gga, SK, too rare
I shoot that b*tch eyes closed, kill whoever, duh
[Chorus]
Tryna turn my opps' hood to a cemetery, huh
I got rounds on me now, no preliminary, huh
Big dog, big as f*ck when you see me, huh
Big Skub beat you up when you see me, uh
Big Hot Cheeto, big Glock keeper
Slid next day, b*tch, I been got even
Hmm, Get Back Gang, on the East with my demons
7 Mile n*gga in the hood with my heathens