Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CheezNDope, artist - Project Pat. Date of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CheezNDope |
| I’ma empty every round, then I’m reloadin' the clip |
| Caught your gal out here thottin', fuck on that lil' bitch |
| Memphis niggas, country niggas, and we want all the smoke (Uh-huh) |
| Fuck with Hector and Gomez, man, we sell all the dope (Uh-huh) |
| Call my lawyer, Eric Morgan, if I do get caught (Eugh) |
| The best lawyer in the world, he gon' get the charges dropped |
| I got dogs, they not strays |
| Gold teeth, I got braids |
| Money trains niggas on they hustle, we try’na get paid (Ching king) |
| Pistol group, .40 on the hip |
| Shootin' out the muzzle (Bang) |
| Throw your gang sign in the air if you know 'bout the struggle |
| Money blue, like puzzle |
| Pull that scrap, like, uh-oh |
| I’ma shoot, like fasho |
| Try me, uh, no-no |
| All my niggas on go-go |
| Fuck 12, fuck popo |
| One in the dome, from Draco |
| Head in pieces, like puzzle (Eugh, ugh) |
| I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope |
| I got P’s, coke, and some killers at the door |
| Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter-ounce of blow |
| What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy |
| Ayy |
| Slidin' down 240, then got off on Earl Ways (Trap) |
| Headin' to the hood where whole things for sale, man (Trap) |
| You wanna P or a muthafuckin' bill, man (Trap) |
| When you pass the corner store, just make a left, man (Trap) |
| I’m on Boar Street (Trap) |
| 80 P’s a week (Trap) |
| Niggas runnin' in and out, that’s how you know it’s me (Trap) |
| bars on every window on the house (Like who that right there) |
| Ain’t nothing in here but a scale and a couch (Yeah, yeah) |
| Narcotics ridin' down the street, oh shit (God damn) |
| I grabbed the money, went and threw it over the fence (Open this door) |
| Too much, this shit got me paranoid (Yeah, yeah) |
| These niggas dummies, man, don’t make me send the boys |
| Yeah |
| South Memphis youngin', you know how I’m comin' |
| I been gettin' money, turn nothin' into somethin' (Yeah) |
| Phone line jumpin' (Brrt), they booking' me constantly (Okay) |
| 'Cause this young nigga hotter than a fuckin' oven (Hot, hot, hot) |
| Chillin' with your auntie (Ayy), smokin' on some onion (Yah) |
| Ass fat like an onion (Yah), head by my tummy (Whoa) |
| Ridin' 'round town in a brand new foreign (Shit) |
| And I got bored, put some Forgiattos on it (Yeah) |
| I be Gucci’d down, but I’m still wearing' Jordans (Yeah) |
| I be iced out, bitch, my neck cost a fortune (Uh) |
| I been ballin' out, I just came back from tourin' (Yeah) |
| And linked up with Pat, 'cause he said he got some more |
| I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope |
| I got P’s, coke, and some killers at the door |
| Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter-ounce of blow |
| What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy |