cheesitzblok

Lyrics

[Chorus] I ain't mean to get under your skin, want your body (Want your boy) And the way you move when you under these sheets, sorry, got a hot tip (Got—got a hot tip) Yeah, everything I want I got that with you Bro said, "Cut her off" it's not that simple You won't fuck no bitch like this shit ain't in-store I'on wanna hear shit from you nigga, lil' boy piss-poor Every time she give me kiss need to get more [Verse 1] My baby Glock, it fits four I stand on my money, I'm 6'4 Damn, my money Cheese-Its block These niggas tryna score then drip the block [?] pint these nigga Wock' [?] Squatin' on dick, lil' nigga go get some guap, huh-uh [Bridge] (You on d', go get some guap) (All these fans they just wanna rock-ock) [Chorus] I ain't mean to get under your skin, want your body (Want your boy) And the way you move when you under these sheets, sorry got a hot tip (Got—got a hot tip) Yeah, everything I want I got that with you (With you) Bro said, "Cut her off" it's not that simple (Not that simple) You won't fuck no bitch like this, shit ain't in-store (Shit ain't in-store) I'on wanna hear shit from you nigga, lil' boy piss-poor (Yeah, yeah) Every time she give me kiss need to get more (More) [Verse 2] I need Mazaki [?] I need my sword [?] he gon' hide with my dead niggas Walked in the trap, nigga (Flrrr) I'm just a rap nigga This thot is a head bitter Kick do', bro's a bed wetter [?] that's just trendsetter Nobody really blowin', dumb bitch Ho, I ain't goin', you's a dumb bitch Hop out the— feds then I'm running Bands in my bag, this is a dozen You ain't no dog, you is a [?] Took off her clothes, nigga was blushin' Nah, nigga I'm not tuckin', dump at yo' body, ni—nigga I'm dumpin' you Deep in her body she don't even know what to do Baby gon' scream out my name when I'm loving you Hit a new state with a Lambo', I'm dustin' you Just like a pimple you pop then it's puss— (And bro say he runnin' down on who?) I got that money, lil' coward, I can go turn off yo' power, ooh, I just blew like the towers, ooh (Ooh, I just blew like the towers, ooh, flrrr) That boy so green, yeah, we knew he was sour, ooh (Yeah, we knew he was sour, ooh) That gun was astounding, boo Yeah, that hate was so crazy, baby Touchin' my wife, we runnin' a fade I'm finna score on these niggas like Brady (I'm finna score on these niggas like Brady) [Outro] My baby Glock, it fits four I stand on my money, I'm 6'4 Damn, my money Cheese-Its block Damn—damn, my money Cheese-Its block Damn, my money Cheese-Its block