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 bitch to suck my dick 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 pussy wet, but suckin' dick lil' baby true addiction I'm pimpin' too, bring me a hundred K and you can hit it Shot the K so much that bitch broke, I gotta fix it It don't get wet no more, I think her pussy 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 shit 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 "Bitch" word, she took her panties off herself Yeah, I fucked the lil' bitch, 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 bitch Sold dog a six of Morton Grove, but three was hit Lookin' for the opps, he went to hidin', got his people hit Okay, bitch pussy wet, it taste good like baked beans B told C that they ain't fuckin' with the A-team Damn, her pussy tighter than a bitch, she only eighteen Damn, I was cheatin' on my bitch, 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, bitch, 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 fucked up, I wrote Keri Hilson, but she ain't write me back Hmm, I ain't trippin', though My new bitch pussy get wet when the pistol blow Paid eight hundred for a zip of Red Riddlz, ho Hit her with a leg, now the bitch walkin' pigeon-toed