Cherokee lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I got some sins, and I still won't repent them
High off the gas, already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club, and you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, b*tch

[Chorus]
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest n*gga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his—

[Verse 1]
Shoot the nine six times, I ain't talking about Rey Mysterio
We surrounding that boy like headphones, like sh*t stereo
Choppa gon' sing out like its a microphone, like karaoke (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
I'm in that Benz while your ass still whipping that Cherokee

[Chorus]
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest n*gga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
[Verse 2]
Been blowing that gas, I been blowing them trees
Like we talk, told that lil' boy to freeze
Oh, that's your homie? b*tch, I am sorry, 'cause we gotta drop 'em
Said he was real, that's how I knew he was fake, so you knew that I had to go crop him
They see my name and they're like "OMG, oh my god, that boy he really been droppin'"
Like this sh*t Disney, I'm f*cking a b*tch, her name Mary, I'm not talking about no damn Poppins
I said I'd blow like three years ago and that sh*t really happened, b*tch, I am a prophet
You try to hand me some sh*t, I push it away, say "I am not coppin'"
I wear Balenci' up in the moshpits, glick on my side, you know I got no option
He not gon' be relevant in a month, I don't know why you n*ggas is sayin' he poppin'
I am not playing with n*ggas
We put that boy in the pack, in the Swishers
I do not want a b*tch, I lost all interest
Your b*tch gon' post me, I been on her Pinterest
She can't even tell, b*tch, she can't tell my interests
That boy a tool, I'm not talking bout wrenches
I'm getting paid double what your damn rent is
That boy a rookie, that boy an apprentice
We hit him before he finish his sentence
Ride a new car, while your ass is still renting
I know he mad, lost his marbles like Ben 10
My life no regular show, It's demented
Them bullets delivered, know that we sent 'em

[Pre-Chorus]
I got some sins, and I still won't repent them
High off the gas, already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club, and you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, b*tch
[Chorus]
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest n*gga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest n*gga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league
Can't f*ck with a boy out of his league