Cheddar Bob Lyrics

Gon' shout out my ex, shout out my mom

Only two that taught a nigga something

Pushin' the Lex, I've been pushin' the star

Pushin' this bitch like it's a grocery cart

Chop- Choppa FX, stut- stutter , then blah

Lay you down, this melatonin hot

So come on, who's next

I'm ending them all

Smoke em on a track like it's a bong

Smoke em pop ya' shit like Cheddar Bob

Scammin' ass friends swipin' cards

Her acting an F, she can't play her part

Jewels drippin' wetter than a pond

Motion money game, that shit long

Baddie shake her ass off in a thong

Baddie shake her ass off to my bars

Bleezy best, listen to his songs

Playin' chess, kill him with the pawn

Light this shit up, I don't need me a heater

Bad bitch, new from Costa Rica

Fly wide mouth like a seagull

Nigga got a problem, I can beat him

Go talk your shit, we ain't carin' what you say

Flickin' my wrist in his bitch like she Kool-Aid

Yeah, her head a ten, I might buy her a knee brace

All I see blue and the green, I don't see race

Float on the beat like a motherfuckin' Stingray

Mixin' it right like my liquor a DJ

Put a pussy straight to sleep in his PJ's

Slide in this bitch , starting to feel like I'm Frozone

My side tried to catch me lacking with a photo, Undertaker stare

Bitch that's a no-no

We got more gas than a Go-Lo

Pulling off bad with a flat,

That's how she walking

Hit her with my pogo

Dirty hoe swipe her off the mat

Off the map, I been chilling solo

Brown skin, love her cause she cocoa

Motion got her stuck up in a chokehold

She runnin' from the D like I'm the po-po

Life got ups and downs, that shit a yo-yo

Back seat, foggin' up the back

Been slidin' big with a Mac

Talkin' shit, well, that'll get you whacked

Talkin' shit, well, that'll get you smacked

Knock a nigga out, he seeing black

Smokin' all the loud, up out the pack

Niggas, bitches need to grow a sack

Me and all the gang comin' back

Bought a lil' chain, now she cracked

Fiendin' for me, I don't want her back

I just wanna' swim upon a stack

Nigga eatin' good, the crib a Stracks

I can get you right without a tax

She wanna' get me right with just a text

Copycat niggas, just some pests

Late night story, know the rest

Fuck wrong with em'

Bitch

Fuck wrong with em'