(Bonus Track) Leaked Miami Freestyle

Bad bitches on they knees

Real **** go by Cheese

I don't care if them **** had traded D-Wade, I stayed with my heat

We had chased a **** up out his Jordans, I was 23

Couldn't keep tabs on me, I was in D.C, like, fawkumean

**** like, fuck you think

I don't care if you say you boxin' shit, ****, B. Luck be with a tank

I don't care if you said you smokin' shit, ****, all this weed gon' stank

She played cool for me, come to find out she was a lame, and that's a shame

I was salty, you gave that coochie to a lil' lame, but that ain't nothin

She a goodie, man, I can get yo' bitch this woodie, and now she buzzin

I can't never hang with Gary Payton, I'm a fuck her without the glove

She popped up on me like, hey there, Mr. Mister, I'm Danny Glover

Brody do pilates, he stretchin' out that work until it double

It ain't bout the money, it's the principal, ****, shoutout to my mama

I was broke and hit up GGE for a punch he like Saitama

And I been tryna find me a lil' Uzi, I'm DJ Drama

Bad bitches on they knees

Real **** go by Cheese

Yeah, make a bad bitch, bend it over, then I beat it like Tay Keith

She just post her toenails on the gram, I put her on her feet

Bitches lick me, then they tell they friends, the friends come after me

**** diss me, now he actin' deaf like he Jermaine Dupri

Dunk a bitch like Giannis, bitch, you know I had to use the grease

Take a flight to Greece, if you be right to me, it's a flight for two

Make a bad bitch, call me Dada, but I won't be Charles to you

I'ma give my boy the game, so I name my son Charles, too

And my dad named Charles, too, and my granddad Charles, too

Like, who you think taught me this shit

I think bro poured up two fours, he feel like Kobe in this bitch

Me and my **** don't ride with you, we stole up in this bitch

Maybe I should go by Santa Cheese, I snuck my pole in here

Shordie like when I play R&B, I took her soul again

Bad bitches on they knees

Real **** go by Cheese

Me don't care if them **** had traded D-Wade, I stayed with my heat

If we had chased a **** up out his Jordans, I was 23

Couldn't keep tabs on me, I was in D.C. like, fawkumean