Blue Cheese Salad

(Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up)

Haha

I told you, I only make stoner music

Gangster music, killer music

F*ck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)

Yeah

She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Roll up)

She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)

All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (Yeah)

I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)

F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)

B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)

I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese (Yeah)

N*gga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)

B*tch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, b*tch, please

Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G

Throw back me an Adderall and then I f*ck that ho to sleep

Wake that b*tch up on a Perky

Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'

Pop that p*ssy, baby girl, keep twerkin'

F*ck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it

Tighten that p*ssy, make it feel like a virgin

Grind on this d*ck, baby girl, keep workin'

Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it

Bounce on this d*ck, baby, act like you want it

F*ck a lotta hoes, you not the only

Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me

Say that I f*cked, that I f*cked all her homies

Let in my bed nothin' but bad b*tches only

F*ck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her

Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her

I'ma keep this sh*t one hundred, yeah, y'all n*ggas not one hundred, yeah

She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Yeah)

She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)

All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (B*tch)

I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it)

F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)

B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)

I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese

N*gga wanna kill 'bout a b*tch (Yes, sir)

Nah, n*gga, I don't want her, yeah

And I'm real 'bout this sh*t, n*gga

Nah, n*gga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)

I got lot of b*tches 'round my way (Lot of 'em)

All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)

And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)

When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)

Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)

Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)

They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns

I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh)

Keep this sh*t one hundred, yeah

I was raised by mama, yeah

Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah

Thirteen, carryin' that thunder, yeah

Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)

Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)

Kick a n*gga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)

Robbed my first n*gga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred)

I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K

N*gga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)

She say boss up, so I drop the top on that b*tch (Yeah)

She wasn't f*ckin' with me when I ain't have sh*t, but she want this (Yeah)

All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' sh*t (B*tch)

I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)

F*ck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)

B*tch, I live a savage life, and b*tch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)

I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad

Mixed it with that rap money, turned that sh*t to blue cheese (Blue cheese)

Uh, yeah

Hahahaha

The f*ck, n*gga?

Hah, b*tch, yeah