Blue Cheese

Uh, it's Tutu Need me them Louis V high steppers Maison Margiela I got expensive taste Gas pack loud weed Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors People too quick to change When they see I got my change up I see the ones the same My bruddas they my day ones They do anything for a lil dollar Or juss hit a of coochie I stay with my guys it's never a problem Shit always look like a movie I stay in the booth I'm never outside I stay on the grind and do me Don't hit up my line If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese I need the cheese, bread, cake, cash Walk in this bitch blowing straight gas Bitch I need that check fast She give me neck then I jet dash I been up all night gettin' heavy bags High all the time I got jet lag She want me to come stretch that He want problems get head bagged Toe tagged, so sad I do not dwell on that shit I just wet em forget 'em I'm chillin' I'm gelling tryna get some Margielas Beretta with lead for the pressure Put you on a stretcher, you could get your head Touched if I feel like sending a message Got niggas no heart they robotic and they go insano Automatic like a Tesla Kush and the blues that be all that I touch if a nigga Get down that shit make me feel better I need the dough large amounts ain't a rat, but I'm Out for the cheese, the whiz, the cheddar She on her knees she please me yes sir Catching my kids in your new sweater She wanna bend she saying I'm better Her and her friend gon lick the head up Okay what is it? Need me them Louis V high steppers Maison Margielas I got expensive taste Gas pack loud weed Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors People too quick to change When they see I got my change up I see the ones the same My bruddas they my day ones They do anything for a lil dollar Or juss hit a of coochie I stay with my guys it's never a problem Shit always look like a movie I stay in the booth I'm never outside I stay on the grind and do me Don't hit up my line If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese I had me the dubby I got me the rolla and now I just want me the Benz I get me a bag I'm flipping a pack Said if you don't work you don't win My shit on hot no fan Really ion think they understand I'm steady up counting ends People I'm round gotta make they way in Never settle for the lesser Gimme the big bag I need extra Hustle hard big stepper Remember times I wanted better But really ain't know any better Get back, pussy, get back Need the blue cheese fuck the feta Wegone spin back on your bitch ass Know I'm outta line with my mental Ooh Steeze hop out the roof My brother a demon There's really no tellin' what he gonna do See we want the green Fuck naw we want the blues I pray that my family gone get it regardless I won't let them get it and lose it Need me them Louis V high steppers Maison Margielas I got expensive taste Gas pack loud weed Smoke it I'm wakin the neighbors People too quick to change When they see I got my change up I see the ones the same My bruddas they my day ones They do anything for a lil dollar Or juss hit a of coochie I stay with my guys it's never a problem Shit always look like a movie I stay in the booth I'm never outside I stay on the grind and do me Don't hit up my line If it ain't bout dimes the bread the butter or blue cheese (... on demo on this one)