Lyrical Breakdown of CheezNDope - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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808 Mafia
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I got cheese, dope, and a fuckin' bad bitch (woo)
I got pills, weed, and a Draco with some clips (woo)
I'ma empty every round, then I'm reloadin' the clip
Caught your gal out her thottin', fucked 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 (ooh)
The best lawyer in the world, he gon' get the charges dropped
I got dawgs, they not strays
Gold teeth, I got braids
Money train, niggas on they hussle, we tyna get paid (ching, ching)
Pistol grip, .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 cuzzo
Pull that strap like uh-oh
I'ma shoot like for sure
Tryin' me a no-no
All my niggas on go-go
Fuck 12, fuck po-po
One in the dome from Draco
Head in pieces like puzzle (ooh, ooh)
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 wit' your boy
Ayy
Slidin' down 240, then got off on Airways (trap)
Headed to the hood with whole things for sale, man (trap)
You want a P or a motherfuckin' bale, man? (Trap)
When you pass that corner store, just make a left, man (trap)
I'm-I'm on Bowen Street (trap), 80 P's a week (trap)
Niggas runnin' in and out, that's how you know it's me (trap)
Burglar bars on every window on the house (ayy, who that right there?)
Ain't nothing in here but a scale and a couch (yeah, yeah)
Narcotics ridin' down the street, oh shit (Goddamn)
I grabbed the money, went and threw it over the fence (throw it next door)
Too much money, this shit got me paranoid (yeah, yeah)
These niggas dummies, man, don't make me send them boys
Yeah
South Memphis youngin', you know how I'm comin' (Glizzock)
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)
Chillin' with your auntie (ay), smokin' on some onion (yah-huh)
Her ass fat like a onion, head bomb, atomic (bomb)
Ridin' 'round town in a brand new foreign (shhr)
Then I got bored, put some Forgiatos on it (yeah, yeah)
I be Gucci'd down, but I'm still wearing Jordans
Yeah, I be iced out, bitch, my neck cost a fortune
Yeah, I be ballin' out, I just came back from tourin'
Yeah, and linked up with Pat 'cause he say he got some more
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope (yeah)
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