Mo Cheese

Please remake this one

The pint kicked in, I sipped it raw from the double bag

They said crushed that cocaine, swung a thing on, I had a heart attack

They came in the Glock with the switch in the back of the gun, you better bring it back

I just kidnapped a **** because I need answers

Hit him across the face, I'm distracted cause it's metal

****, get the capone and a pint of lean

That shit'll never fail you

Side **** in his face, he tried to mash up, this shit was terrifying

And it really fucked him up inside because I had a deuce

I got a high passion, ****, mix a type of booze

Side ****, now they call it Mike Jackson

Bitch, I see a **** name on paperwork

I laced a bag of weed and saw a **** reaching, said, here, let's have this first

Two days later, I found him on the side of the road, he was a junkie

I made a dub off his rap shit, you gon' take it from me

Caught a hob and I still on his ass in a stolen car

I'm in the party, ****, talking about some clean-ass shit, re-rob

And I was like, here, go ahead and play my music, hear these beats, nah

My **** in the party with legal straps, y'all gotta keep it down

I don't care if there's feds around me, we puttin' that heat in style

Bitch got a coke bottle shaped, I fronted bitch down

I hit her out her granny crib, she gotta keep it down

Could be a landlord, run through your trap with all these keys around

200 G's around, can't trust this bitch when they ain't peer on her

When I'm smurfin' one foot ahead, I wanna be around her

Run through a bad dude again, I need some more cheese

A hundred pounds of green crack, but I don't grow weed

My stomach's startin' to hurt, I fill my kidneys up with codeine

I pop the pill, yeah, I think I'm turnin' to a dope fiend

Bad bastard crack make this bitch die, I need some more feed

Bought some pants and I spill lean on them, I need some OG

This wicked bitch try shootin' up dog, don't need smoke weed

Was sendin' Drake 7.62's off on a 30

Uncrushed a Perk 30 down, it made his nose bleed

Was in that field runnin' red lights while you was hoesleep

I ain't even get the rest, bitch, I been grindin' for the whole week

Bitch, I got murder on my mind, do not approach me

We smokin' real Zaza, this ain't no Jeep

Next turn around to quarter M, I need a froze piece

I kick the bitty out the whip, I know her throat weak