Say Cheese lyrics

[Intro]
(Pablo, you so raw)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse]
Supreme tee, Off-White Jordans, I look expensive
I need an old b*tch to suck my di*k while using dentures
I found an easy way to make some pape', I used the kitchen
I dropped a song in seventeen minutes, Lou the witness
Her pus*y wet, but suckin' di*k lil' baby true addiction
I'm pimpin' too, bring me a hundred K and you can hit it
Shot the K so much that b*tch broke, I gotta fix it
It don't get wet no more, I think her pus*y broke, she gotta fix it
My verse equivalent to an eight of Wocky
Hard-headed, I tried to fit a twelve in a baby bottle
I ain't got no kids, but still got like three baby mamas
Oh, she ain't got sh*t to wear to school? That's the baby problem
I just picked a pint of red up from [?][0:37]
Thuggin' off the WiFi box, ain't no cable problems
Even on a slow-ass day, I can make a thousand
I told the bank give me all dubs, but I hate to count 'em
When I make it off the rap, my whole family is set
Mad as hell 'cause I couldn't find no Bally in the 'Set
Lou walk around with somethin' worth a Chally on his neck
Hit your crib for the 'bows and rob your daddy for the rest
Carbine-kit Glock with the ladder, I'll step
Baby K with the drum, took the laughter out his breath
When I say that "b*tch" word, she took her panties off herself
Yeah, I f*cked the lil' b*tch, then took her granny out for help
Peach Crush filled with a three of trizz
Unc' can pop anything for me, he need his fix
Palm Angel bomber jacket on with the cheetah print
I'm finna call Lou for a deuce, he keep a six
The plug pulled up with a four of Act, well, I'm keepin' it
I caught my ho stealin' out my stash, I beat the b*tch
Sold dog a six of Morton Grove, but three was hit
Lookin' for the opps, he went to hidin', got his people hit
Okay, b*tch pus*y wet, it taste good like baked beans
B told C that they ain't f*ckin' with the A-team
Damn, her pus*y tighter than a b*tch, she only eighteen
Damn, I was cheatin' on my b*tch, now I'm on SayCheese
Flight attendant asked me what I drink, I said, "An eight, please"
My back against the wall gettin' head, she got great knees
Backwood connected with a Swisher, free [?][1:40]
Last night was unforgettable, b*tch, I'm Swae Lee
We did a show, then got to bussin' at the YGA
Out of town sippin' on some drank where you can find me at
Shout out to them 448 boys down in Pontiac
It's f*cked up, I wrote Keri Hilson, but she ain't write me back
Hmm, I ain't trippin', though
My new b*tch pus*y get wet when the pistol blow
Paid eight hundred for a zip of Red Riddlz, ho
Hit her with a leg, now the b*tch walkin' pigeon-toed