Cheers B!tch

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] Little nigga but my pockets Yeah, okay (313 Mafia) [Verse 1: TrDee] Little nigga but my pockets big bone When I'm done fucking, one and done. she get sent home Drop a opp in the pop, get him sipped on I'm a ShittyBoy, you know I gotta put that shit on Catch me outta town in a fast whip With a couple racks on me and a bad bitch Niggas really broke but they act rich You can't get to that point if you don't stack shit [Verse 2: StanWill] Deep in yo bitch guts I got pluses on my ass, Ksubis ripped up Double G's on my hoodie, Gucci zipped up SBDSM, bitch, we on some movie shit, huh Closet full of geese and they all came from Canada Fifth round with yo bitch, boy, she got some stamina Gotta know you not shitting if you not a fan of us Dog shit make the denim sag when I'm standing up [Verse 3: BabyTron] Fuck around, put a dub on his top (Brr) You can't sip, this is drugs in my pop (Damn) You be acting like the plug but you not See an opp, ARP make him run up the block See an opp, hop out, throw him in the trunk Bro caught a headshot, throw him in the blunt (Brr) Shitty got some military aim Little brodie like a Tide stick, hitting every stain Only zaza when I'm hitting Mary Jane (Phew) [Verse 4: TrDee] Bitch tryna get me on my Ethika's Niggas fake as hell like some replicas We gon' win, I hope yo ass bet on us You bleed just like me, I'ma be scared for what? [Verse 5: StanWill] Huh, what the fuck should I be scared for? I ain't ducking shit, I'm in the field like a scarecrow Hit it once and toss her to the gang, bitch, I share hoes See me with some pape', you know it's mine, I don't share Pros [Verse 6: BabyTron] I'm with pure Pits, you a pure bitch This a quarter ticket whip so I steer lit I don't know where you at but it's nowhere near this Me and bro got double cups like, "Cheers, bitch" I ain't finna chill, I'm finna slide Bitch head so good, I'm finna cry Take the Striker, slide around and then I gotta switch the ride Put a bitch in the blender, leave her at the finish line Damn near live in Somerset Fifty thousand on the drip, I bet I live this summer wet It's a dirty game, call one and catch another TEC [Verse 7: StanWill] Bro'll up his pipe and wet you, how he ain't a plumber yet? (Okay, alright) Think I'm Roger Federer Keep some racks on me, unky say he got some better work Thinking 'bout my cheese? Aim up top and get his cheddar burnt What you make a month at Mickey D's is what my sweater worth You know we forever turnt [Verse 8: TrDee] Choppa sing like autotune, it's my Lil Durk I just touched down in Philly, feel like Jalen Hurts Catch' em on the wrong side and leave 'em in the dirt Took her out to dinner so you know she ate me like dessert I get to preaching like a pastor Life just like a book, he only had a couple chapters