Need Cheese

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Z] I-I-I-I-I Z They walk up on the stage, hey They wanna see my chain hang You're repping it for the Brain Gang Your fam or them, it's nothing Just tell me when to spill the gas and I'll show you why the ill react You motherfucking feel me man, this microphone ain't bluffing No I might be out my stuffing but my South say they love it Hit the bar, you see a star but I'm broke and on a budget (what?) High off Robitussin, I ain't arguing, I'm cussing Can I get a fucking drink that's on the bar that cost nothing? (drink it's) Nah, that's too much to ask huh Fuck that With a promoter he gon' grab one (where the fuck he at?) On top of that this bitch is tapping on my shoulder like she reaching my for handgun if a motherfucker had one Yeah yeah That was mе on the stage bitch And yes I know who Twistеd Insane is (I know) Blah blah let me guess, are you Brainsick? (yes) (Rum and coke bartender, she's paying) Uh, so I can walk up to the function Sagging in my Dickeys like the magnum weigh a hundred (damn) Sipping on this liquor and it's obvious I'm blunted Motherfuckers think I'm balling, shit I'm practically a bum bitch Ugh [Bridge: Z] Look I'm not right there (no) If they respect me quaff like spares (shit) I'm trynna chop my fares Aye little bitch, there go a bop right there (oh my god) [Chorus: Z] Baby need cheese Came to the club like I star for some D Trynna hope a sub sitting hard on some cheese But I'm broke No, you ain't getting it from me, what! Baby got a case but I don't trust her Cause baby got a fake butt And she grew up in the burbs [Bridge: Z] I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick [Verse 2: Z] Hey, Z walk up on the stage, hey They wanna see my chain hang You're repping it for the Brain Gang Your fam or them, it's nothing Just tell me when to spill the gas and I'll show you why the ill react You motherfucking feel me man, this microphone ain't bluffing I don't really talk that much and I don't be hearing nothing (huh?) I've been chilling in the parking lot drinking and blowing stuffing I'm just sitting on my bumper Mr. Officer I'm buzzing Better swap my fucking driver that just posted by my bucket (fuck!) Yup, she heard the conversation clearly and thought it was a opportunity to park the pussy near me (skrr) Stop That type of Ramen in your hair with bitch not even at the dairy and you're probably a ear bleed I got the I dear, dear How 'bout you bye bye Hit the bar and buy five beers (hurry up too) I hope the I-5 clear cause I'mma ride by high-five or skydive there (woo) Chuck Ts on the concrete like a zombie that be on me like my wifi share (get off bitch) I charge you sky-high fairs What you asking me for money so bitch why I care (I fucking don't) [Bridge: Z] This brother need cheese So if you ain't got it, you in the brain fried chair She kinda psycho with a stare Hey little bitch, there go ISO right there (Dad is it really him?) [Chorus: Z] Baby need cheese Came to the club like I star for some D Trynna hope a sub sitting hard on some cheese But I'm broke No, you ain't getting it from me, what! Baby got a case but I don't trust her Cause baby got a fake butt And she grew up in the burbs [Bridge: Z] I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick I hope the brain real sick