Midwxst - Cherokee lyrics
[Midwxst - Cherokee lyrics]
I got some sins
And I still won't repent them
High off the gas
Already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club
And you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his
Shoot the nine six times
I ain't talking about Rey Mysterio
We surrounding that boy like headphones
Like shit stereo
Choppa gon' sing out like it's a microphone
Like karaoke
(This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
I'm in that Benz while your
Ass still whipping that Cherokee
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Been blowing that gas
I been blowing them trees
Like we talk, told that lil' boy to freeze
Oh, that's your homie? Bitch, I am sorry
'cause we gotta drop 'em
Said he was real, that's how
I knew he was fake
So you knew that I had to go crop him
They see my name and they're
Like "OMG, oh my god
That boy he really been droppin'"
Like this shit Disney, I'm fucking
A bitch, her name Mary
I'm not talking about no damn Poppins
I said I'd blow like three years ago
And that shit really happened, bitch
I am a prophet
You try to hand me some shit, I push it away
Say "I am not coppin'"
I wear Balenci' up in the
Moshpit's, glick on my side
You know I got no option
He not gon' be relevant in a month
I don't know why you niggas
Is sayin' he poppin'
I am not playing with niggas
We put that boy in the pack, in the Swishers
I do not want a bitch, I lost all interest
Your bitch gon' post me
I been on her Pinterest
She can't even tell, bitch
She can't tell my interests that boy a tool
I'm not talking bout wrenches
I'm getting paid double what
Your damn rent is
That boy a rookie, that boy an apprentice
We hit him before he finish his sentence
Ride a new car
While your ass is still renting
I know he mad, lost his marbles like Ben 10
My life no regular show, It's demented
Them bullets delivered, know that we sent 'em
I got some sins
And I still won't repent them
High off the gas
Already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club
And you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
And I still won't repent them
High off the gas
Already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club
And you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his
Shoot the nine six times
I ain't talking about Rey Mysterio
We surrounding that boy like headphones
Like shit stereo
Choppa gon' sing out like it's a microphone
Like karaoke
(This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
I'm in that Benz while your
Ass still whipping that Cherokee
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Been blowing that gas
I been blowing them trees
Like we talk, told that lil' boy to freeze
Oh, that's your homie? Bitch, I am sorry
'cause we gotta drop 'em
Said he was real, that's how
I knew he was fake
So you knew that I had to go crop him
They see my name and they're
Like "OMG, oh my god
That boy he really been droppin'"
Like this shit Disney, I'm fucking
A bitch, her name Mary
I'm not talking about no damn Poppins
I said I'd blow like three years ago
And that shit really happened, bitch
I am a prophet
You try to hand me some shit, I push it away
Say "I am not coppin'"
I wear Balenci' up in the
Moshpit's, glick on my side
You know I got no option
He not gon' be relevant in a month
I don't know why you niggas
Is sayin' he poppin'
I am not playing with niggas
We put that boy in the pack, in the Swishers
I do not want a bitch, I lost all interest
Your bitch gon' post me
I been on her Pinterest
She can't even tell, bitch
She can't tell my interests that boy a tool
I'm not talking bout wrenches
I'm getting paid double what
Your damn rent is
That boy a rookie, that boy an apprentice
We hit him before he finish his sentence
Ride a new car
While your ass is still renting
I know he mad, lost his marbles like Ben 10
My life no regular show, It's demented
Them bullets delivered, know that we sent 'em
I got some sins
And I still won't repent them
High off the gas
Already know that I'm zooted
Walk in that club
And you know that I'm booted
Know that I'm booted, bitch
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Get a dub, get that trophy
I'm the finest nigga she gon' see
Shoot a Glock 'til the Glock on E
Spend a bag on a Saint Laurent tee
You want a verse? Then you go and pay the fee
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league
Can't fuck with a boy out of his league