Cheddar Cheese lyrics

[Intro]
(Yarri)
Golden, n*gga
Uh
I just pulled up on that big sh*t, n*gga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Icy as f*ck
Big stick on me, you know what I mean?
n*gga, pretty lil' b*tch

[Verse 1]
Uh, bust down these P's, n*gga, bust down this ice
I told them, "You keep spendin', I'ma take down this price"
Old cheddar cheese eatin'-ass n*gga hang with mice
n*gga got a couple n*ggas up the road doing life
n*gga, I took off with this rap so I can stay off them crackers' radar
And my lil' shooter shootin' threes like Reggie Miller on the Pacers
I just razor cut the dope with my nail, f*ck a razor
n*gga, if we was in the nineties, Golden'd have ten pagers
n*gga, I met the plug sniffin' sand at the taco stand
Told papi, "n*gga, I got them bands, you just bring 'еm in"
Told cuh, "n*gga, park the coupe, just pull up in the van"
Told cuh, "Fill thеm b*tches up, grab what you can"
Dope boy, I can teach you n*ggas 'bout this street sh*t
Golden really read n*ggas, n*gga, I really peep sh*t
Golden, why the f*ck your eyes red? 'Cause I don't sleep, jit
My lil' n*ggas'll slime a n*gga out, they on that creep sh*t
n*gga, I got two hundred and fifty cash in that duffle bag
n*gga, you be f*ckin' on her slow, I'ma f*ck her fast
n*gga, you be playin' in that pus*y, I'm hittin' it from the back
n*gga, you tryna cuddle with that b*tch, I'm ready to send her back
Shades on, chillin' in the trap, I'm with the dope users
Unc' say he chillin' up on Pluto, he don't know Future
n*gga, you keep flaggin' 'round this b*tch, them jits gon' shoot you
Yeah, n*gga eatin' off them P's, but dope gon' boost you
Every ounce leave this f*ckin' trap bein' calculated
Cuh, you keep f*ckin' up the dope, I'm gettin' agitated
Told lil' bruh, "Take this to my cracker, he in a black Mercedes"
n*gga, I be doin' this sh*t for real, I ain't fabricating
n*gga, you can get a whole chicken, this like Boston Market
If we catch that n*gga out at Target, we gon' hit the target
Labels say they got two fifty for me, well, we got a bargain
If it's five hundred on that b*tch, well, let's get it started
[Interlude]
b*tch
n*gga
CountUp

[Verse 2]
I'm worth a quarter in the streets, so I need a million dollars
I'll bust this sh*t down and sell thirty for the lotto
I done stepped on like twenty n*ggas necks in these Pradas
It's a foreign baby in this b*tch, n*gga, and I'm the father
Uh, how the f*ck you got all of that ice in your chain, n*gga?
It's blood on this sh*t, on my mama, I lost my main n*gga
Golden finna have real M's, but I'm the same n*gga
'Member n*ggas talked down on me, but now they lame n*ggas

[Outro]
b*tch
n*gga
Golden