CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : So Much Cheese
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Who they wanna be? I'm who they wanna be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Bird business supremacy)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
I got so much f**kin' cheese, cheese
Who these n***as wanna be? They wanna be me
Clutchin' thе 43X, my n***as shoot from the three
I got so much f**kin' cheese, I got so much f**kin' cheese
I got so much f**kin' cheesе, b*t*h, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much f**kin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that sh*t be so cheap
I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah
Kan just went SRT, he can't control that b*t*h, he should've bought him a f**kin' Jeep
Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease
Can't give these n***as peace, Glock 27 got a f**kin'—
Can't say it on this b*t*h but the way that b*t*h sound, it's a glitch
If I get caught with this b*t*h, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit
Hang with all my f**kin' dawgs, make them n***as go sick
Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these n***as be sick
I don't want no f**kin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick
She got a lot of a** up in them pants, I like the way that b*t*h sit
AMG move fast, they like, "Where the f**k this boy went?"
Sold that n***a some fent' 'cause that b*t*h had me bent
My cup cost a n***a rent, literally
Look at my muhf**kin' jacket, that b*t*h came from Italy
Cut off that b*t*h two years ago, I know that that b*t*h missin' me
Soon as your stupid a** shoot at me, you better hit at me
I'm high on the motherf**king holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree
I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee
All these n***as do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that b*t*h in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my n***a get caught with that gun, he on the run
Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why (I don't know why)
I'm chillin' with God, look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
Look at my bezel, VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level (Uh)
I got so much f**kin' cheese, I got so much f**kin' cheese
I got so much f**kin' cheese, b*t*h, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much f**kin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that sh*t be so cheap
Schedule II boys, drug business
I just popped a motherf**kin' pill and this b*t*h got me too lifted
You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red
I'm lyin', I do, my stupid a** had to catch my head
Had to catch my head
Catch my head
Who they wanna be? I'm who they wanna be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
B*t*h, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Bird business supremacy)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
I got so much f**kin' cheese, cheese
Who these n***as wanna be? They wanna be me
Clutchin' thе 43X, my n***as shoot from the three
I got so much f**kin' cheese, I got so much f**kin' cheese
I got so much f**kin' cheesе, b*t*h, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much f**kin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that sh*t be so cheap
I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah
Kan just went SRT, he can't control that b*t*h, he should've bought him a f**kin' Jeep
Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease
Can't give these n***as peace, Glock 27 got a f**kin'—
Can't say it on this b*t*h but the way that b*t*h sound, it's a glitch
If I get caught with this b*t*h, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit
Hang with all my f**kin' dawgs, make them n***as go sick
Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these n***as be sick
I don't want no f**kin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick
She got a lot of a** up in them pants, I like the way that b*t*h sit
AMG move fast, they like, "Where the f**k this boy went?"
Sold that n***a some fent' 'cause that b*t*h had me bent
My cup cost a n***a rent, literally
Look at my muhf**kin' jacket, that b*t*h came from Italy
Cut off that b*t*h two years ago, I know that that b*t*h missin' me
Soon as your stupid a** shoot at me, you better hit at me
I'm high on the motherf**king holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree
I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee
All these n***as do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that b*t*h in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my n***a get caught with that gun, he on the run
Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why (I don't know why)
I'm chillin' with God, look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
Look at my bezel, VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level (Uh)
I got so much f**kin' cheese, I got so much f**kin' cheese
I got so much f**kin' cheese, b*t*h, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much f**kin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that sh*t be so cheap
Schedule II boys, drug business
I just popped a motherf**kin' pill and this b*t*h got me too lifted
You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red
I'm lyin', I do, my stupid a** had to catch my head
Had to catch my head
Catch my head
