CHEESE
YNB ROD
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Having all this cheese and they can't stop it, Probably why they mad VVS has hit the chandelier, it's looking like some glass I'm not in 4PF, but if you act right, I might buy a bag I'm not a superhero, f*ck me good and I'm gon' like the flash Remember growing up with shop at Ross and now I got the cash I walk in Neiman Marcus, buy it all, I ain't looking at no tags I hope you understand why we was 30 deep in mini vans Mama said stop it, keep on buying Mike Amiri Pants Niggas flexed on me when I was poor, now I got all these bands I do what I want when I want to and you do what you can I just did a show and they put 50,000 in my hand Went to Bikini Bottom, diamonds wet as f*ck from dirty Dan I stay with Jay no Rockefeller, how you broke and we got cheddar Started stuffing bills inside the bag and now we getting several I hit your bitch and gave her back, so why you asking if she wetter You got Glock, I got Berettas, we been known for stomping steppers I'm glad that all my ex-hoes left me, I got bread, so what's Panera I was fucking bougie black hoes before I stuck my dick in Sarah I broke her heart and now she crying down tears of mascara All these diamond chains and watches that I'm buying got me dripping Went too waffi , told em' ice me out and now my jewelry flippin Oh shit, my neck is melting , here's a napkin, you was slipping He got shot and told on everybody, lil' homie be trippin I'm in the stew with Ervin , past the rock, I shoot like Scottie Pippen The hottest rapper out my city, I don't think they wanna listen But I be dicking bitches, posting, she be commenting under my pictures I like my hoes natural, I don't like that makeup on a filter We got sticks and chops that cut through locks, might send you to the shop I really made it out and now I'm having, but this shit won't stop Steady popping out on opps, nigga ran up, he got popped So why the f*ck would I not keep a Glock when niggas known to cop My right pocket filled with rubber bands, the left is full of knots Bullets hit his body, now he running, he ain't getting far Remember days when I ain't have a car, now I got 30 cars Remember Rod when he ain't have a bitch, now hoes throw me they bra All I sip is bloody mary, niggas think they really scary I was down on my dick and I ain't get no commissary Said he put some dollars on my head, but I just went to perry I been running laps around these niggas, think I'm Alan Barry I just called up Timmy Turner, said I need a cup of fairy's Fifteen hundred red bottoms, like I stepped in fucking cherries I just took my bitch to Paris, balling hard like Gary Harris I slapped a nigga, now he embarrassed, I spent his block, I ain't talking Ferris But we the ones that made the hots say you gon' do something, but you not The opps can't post up on their block without us sending 30 shots He said he love his baby mama, I had her sitting on my crotch I just spent 50k on a watch, I press the pen and time stop
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Written by: Daeshaun Bolden, Ervin Thomas
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