Blue Cheese

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I'ma still be a star Don't get blinded by lights and none of these cars These niggas is frontin', man, it's all a facade If this was the '80s, I'd probably have me a song Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job [Verse 1] I stick my dick in the ground, makin' love to the planet Fascinated with Mother Nature, show your titties, Miss Janet Four, five, six of these bitches, fuckin' these hoes is a gamble Niggas always takin' shots but they ain't got no ammo How the hell you gon' hit me? I bulletproof up the Lambo Take your head as a trophy and put it right on my mantle I'm huntin' for niggas, it's like the crack is the grip You niggas can't check me, I'm Kyrie with the handles I wear my heart on my sleeve, I drive a Rolls and drink Grey Woop woop, get pimpin', suckin', 'saging, shoot with the shade Razorblades and glass like bought me a house with the maid I can shoot for, my knuckles good, what's up with the fade? [Pre-Chorus] Blue cheese, nigga, watch your freak New shoes, nigga, you ain't got these [Chorus] I'ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I'ma still be a star Don't get blinded by lights and none of these cars These niggas is frontin', man, it's all a facade If this was the '80s, I'd probably have me a song Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job [Verse 2] You can skate on this ice, I got baguettes in my Cartiers These boys in my circle, they duckin' a hundred years Wherever I'm at, I did it live, the party there Cookin' the 'caine until it rock, it's like Arbys here Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I had to put the weed down and then I picked up the juice Single passenger rider, I'm lettin' out of the coupe The dope in my pocket, the residue on my boots If my crib get raided, that shit gon' be on the news I wouldn't hang with you niggas if Trump passed me the noose Chain swinging in your face, ain't shit you can do BB Kings in my pockets, my shit singing the blues [Pre-Chorus] Blue cheese, nigga, watch your freak New shoes, nigga, you ain't got these [Chorus] I'ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I'ma still be a star Don't get blinded by lights and none of these cars These niggas is frontin', man, it's all a facade If this was the '80s, I'd probably have me a song Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job Got the big Tommy on me and it's gon' do its job