Lyrics Cheeze - Lil Gotit, Olah Only

Cheeze

Niggas dying over life
Niggas drying over ice
Fuck all these niggas you know I don’t need em
Got ya bitch treating me like the Beatles
Who got that cheddar cheese and Velveeta
I need a slice
2 hoes 1 night
Double cup on the side
Told baby talk nice I’m upping the price they saying I’m cheating
It’s time to get Queso
We into chasing them bankrolls
Riding round w Barrettas
Pockets full of mozzarella yeah
Pockets Full Of Cheese
All blue hunnits I breath
Your bitch she make her salary from working me
Bitch it’s all business
Judge gave my boy 15 years he took his plead
The real Hood Baby, yea my heart stay up in them streets
Baby ima dog, i ain’t got fleas, naw I don’t need no leash
This bankroll sticky, Mozzarella Cheese
Range Rover I’m Whipping, and it don’t need no key
Gotit talk to em I’m on face
Fucked yo bitch I made her bae
I got racks so family straight
I’m so slime you betta not play
.223 shots at yo face
Knock yo body 8 miles away
These Mike Amaris are okay
Geeked on drugs but shit I’m straight
Niggas dying over life
Niggas drying over ice
Fuck all these niggas you know I don’t need em
Got ya bitch treating me like the Beatles
Who got that cheddar cheese and Velveeta
I need a slice
2 hoes 1 night
Double cup on the side
Told baby talk nice I’m upping the price they saying I’m cheating
It’s time to get Queso
We into chasing them bankrolls
Riding round w Barrettas
Pockets full of mozzarella yeah
Blue strips like blue cheese
I wake up and make a movie
Yung niggas getting that cheese
Stay surrounded by the team
They broke & they mad in they photos I’m cheesing in all my shit
This hoe keep callin my phone, she ain’t trynna call it quits
Smith & Wesson that’s my guardian
Draped over Gucci cardigan
And I double the g’s
Used to have them G’s on the Scale, just like a libra
They spotted me out like a cheetah print
Me & benji so friendly
Please don’t offend me
I do not need a bitch
Window shopping lookin Dingy, Now it’s Givenchy
We bought out the whole store
They called me a looser, now they Bump’n all my music just like a cold sore
Nigggas kill for money what you live for
The realest they been gone
See it’s sad boys on the billboard
I just picked the ghost up
Got Louis V loafers
I walk in the bank pick the dough up
And now I’m reloaded, wit cheese
I’m ready to blow it
Niggas dying over life
Niggas drying over ice
Fuck all these niggas you know I don’t need em
Got ya bitch treating me like the Beatles
Who got that cheddar cheese and Velveeta
I need a slice
2 hoes 1 night
Double cup on the side
Told baby talk nice I’m upping the price they saying I’m cheating
It’s time to get Queso
We into chasing them bankrolls
Riding round w Barrettas
Pockets full of mozzarella yeah