ShittyBoyz, Choose Up Cheese - Shitty Cheese lyrics
[ShittyBoyz, Choose Up Cheese - Shitty Cheese lyrics]
Choose, ayy
Soon as I wake up, I need a eighth
You broke-ass niggas never seen a Wraith
My weed trap spot do a G a day
Got in a high speed chase, threw a P away
My ex bitch down for a Visa case
My new bitch bad like LisaRaye
Got a big load in, it's a piece of cake
Before I spend
I'm looking for a cheaper rate
This new shit drop two fiends already
Took it to the kitchen
Hit it with the Macarena
Then I toss it to my cousin like a hot potato
I'ma get it out the mud like a crop potato
Turn around to the K, I got eighties on
I'm in the bay with Stan and BabyTron
Four Cookie piece going for the eighty-five
You don't wanna collide with them shady guys
Been threw my heart down the gutter
Put a bag on yo head
And call my bounty hunter
If she see me with the roll
Then I'm bound to fuck her
Steven Adams type shit
Walk around with thunder
I'm the Jugg President, just got elected in
Just shock the clerk with this electric BIN
Devil knocking on the door
I can't let him in
Feel like Wu Tang Clan with this method, man
Aware of my surroundings like I'm cockeye
30 clip longer than the
Drive-through at Popeyes
In the cut clean as hell like peroxide
Yo bitch is not a dime
Go ahead and drop five
Johnny Cage, get him finished with the chop
Ain't no middle ground, bitch
You winning or you not?
I ain't quickscoping when I'm
Spinning with the Glock
Ain't a post move when I'm
Spinning down yo block
I ain't never played fair
I'll choke the ref
Runtz got me flying up like I'm Boba Fett
Pray for the one times I was close to death
Throw that bitch out the whip if
She don't throw the neck
Bazooka work, when I jam
The store might explode
Ain't no love in my heart
What I tell the hoes
If a play near then I'm on it
I can smell the Pros
Plug say it's risky on the road
He gon' mail the load opps broke
Probably pick quarters off the ground
I'll put a hole in his top, he a dolphin now
Good suppressor on the strap then
It lost the sound big-ass chop
Shot the floor and I broke the ground
Thinking he Bernard Hopkins
I done shot his ass
Ebron off the Lions, dawg
You done dropped the bag
Walk in Somerset thrusted up
Finna pop some tags
Thinking he on go with the hands
I done stopped his ass
Big-ass 40, call it "Zubac"
Bro bought a new chop for the new opps
Threw the clippers in and turned
A dreadhead to 2Pac
Something like a free throw
I gave doggy two shots
Soon as I wake up, I need a eighth
You broke-ass niggas never seen a Wraith
My weed trap spot do a G a day
Got in a high speed chase, threw a P away
My ex bitch down for a Visa case
My new bitch bad like LisaRaye
Got a big load in, it's a piece of cake
Before I spend
I'm looking for a cheaper rate
This new shit drop two fiends already
Took it to the kitchen
Hit it with the Macarena
Then I toss it to my cousin like a hot potato
I'ma get it out the mud like a crop potato
Turn around to the K, I got eighties on
I'm in the bay with Stan and BabyTron
Four Cookie piece going for the eighty-five
You don't wanna collide with them shady guys
Been threw my heart down the gutter
Put a bag on yo head
And call my bounty hunter
If she see me with the roll
Then I'm bound to fuck her
Steven Adams type shit
Walk around with thunder
I'm the Jugg President, just got elected in
Just shock the clerk with this electric BIN
Devil knocking on the door
I can't let him in
Feel like Wu Tang Clan with this method, man
Aware of my surroundings like I'm cockeye
30 clip longer than the
Drive-through at Popeyes
In the cut clean as hell like peroxide
Yo bitch is not a dime
Go ahead and drop five
Johnny Cage, get him finished with the chop
Ain't no middle ground, bitch
You winning or you not?
I ain't quickscoping when I'm
Spinning with the Glock
Ain't a post move when I'm
Spinning down yo block
I ain't never played fair
I'll choke the ref
Runtz got me flying up like I'm Boba Fett
Pray for the one times I was close to death
Throw that bitch out the whip if
She don't throw the neck
Bazooka work, when I jam
The store might explode
Ain't no love in my heart
What I tell the hoes
If a play near then I'm on it
I can smell the Pros
Plug say it's risky on the road
He gon' mail the load opps broke
Probably pick quarters off the ground
I'll put a hole in his top, he a dolphin now
Good suppressor on the strap then
It lost the sound big-ass chop
Shot the floor and I broke the ground
Thinking he Bernard Hopkins
I done shot his ass
Ebron off the Lions, dawg
You done dropped the bag
Walk in Somerset thrusted up
Finna pop some tags
Thinking he on go with the hands
I done stopped his ass
Big-ass 40, call it "Zubac"
Bro bought a new chop for the new opps
Threw the clippers in and turned
A dreadhead to 2Pac
Something like a free throw
I gave doggy two shots