Cheese & Dope lyrics
by Nafeesisboujee
[Intro: Project Pat]
I got cheese, hoes and a bunch of f*ckin' dope
I got— (We love you, Perc)
I got cheese, hoes and a bunch of f*ckin' dope (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
[Verse: Lil Double 0]
If this sh*t ain't rehearsed, these n*ggas get murked and then go build a team
I ain't clique up with none of these n*ggas, like Project Pat, we want cheese and green
Cheese and dope, A1, real Yoda, trap house feed the dope
Sleep with one eye open, like the Ghеtto Boyz, mind seen the most
Built the ho from nothin' like, "f*ck your finsta, I wanna see your throat"
In Mеmphis, blockin' like Z-Bo with this fifty on me like, "Please don't touch"
A lot of n*ggas really rap good, he ain't in the hood, everybody get flushed
These b*tches might be f*ckin' everybody, but these b*tches knowin' that they ain't like us
Comin' from a Benz to a bus, still'll hit her friend, then we f*ck
Virgil Maybach with the butt, I'ma hit the gas, live it up
Feed your folks, they done wiped his nose, but he ain't sneezing though
Unc' standin' over the pot, but he don't use no season though
This drip Matty Boy, no LV, most times, you ain't really seen it though
Every time I pop out, none of my opps be really postin' up
Before we get him boxed in, get him boxed out, we can't go for that
Up the score, n*gga, no lil' pack, pour two fours, Kobe swag
He say his label dropped his mixtape, they ain't even post his ass
Streets need the hot sh*t, where Walk been? n*gga, drop sh*t
I ain't gon' never run out of the ammo, came in the game, Mr. Top Pick
Uh, my pockets full of blue hunnids, fake n*ggas counterfeit
Drink codeine 'til I feel stuffed, need more lean, fill more cups
Know when I ride, got robbers and murderers, don't do rap features, they not like us
You might get touched
Look in the mirror, I see self, the only man I trust
Can't pay no man, it's off command, still'll get some sh*t to flush
Lot of bullets flyin', lot of n*ggas dyin', got the whole city tucked
Walkin' with the iron, slippin' cost a dime, know I'm totin' fifty or plus
Livin' like I'm B.I.G., ain't no n*gga more big than us
f*ck b*tches in BNBs, she want the drop, can't give it up
[Outro]
On gang