Blue Cheese

I’ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I’ma still be a star
Don’t get blinded by lights and none of these cars
These niggas is frontin', man, it’s all a facade
If this was the '80s, I’d probably have me a song
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job
I stick my dick in the ground, makin' love to the planet
Fascinated with Mother Nature, show your titties, Miss Janet
Four, five, six of these bitches, fuckin' these hoes is a gamble
Niggas always takin' shots but they ain’t got no ammo
How the hell you gon' hit me? I bulletproof up the Lambo
Take your head as a trophy and put it right on my mantle
I’m huntin' for niggas, it’s like the crack is the grip
You niggas can’t check me, I’m Kyrie with the handles
I wear my heart on my sleeve, I drive a Rolls and drink Grey
Woop woop, get pimpin', suckin', 'saging, shoot with the shade
Razorblades and glass like bought me a house with the maid
I can shoot for, my knuckles good, what’s up with the fade?
Blue cheese, nigga, watch your freak
New shoes, nigga, you ain’t got these
I’ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I’ma still be a star
Don’t get blinded by lights and none of these cars
These niggas is frontin', man, it’s all a facade
If this was the '80s, I’d probably have me a song
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job
You can skate on this ice, I got baguettes in my Cartiers
These boys in my circle, they duckin' a hundred years
Wherever I’m at, I did it live, the party there
Cookin' the 'caine until it rock, it’s like Arbys here
Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I had to put the weed down and then I picked up the juice
Single passenger rider, I’m lettin' out of the coupe
The dope in my pocket, the residue on my boots
If my crib get raided, that shit gon' be on the news
I wouldn’t hang with you niggas if Trump passed me the noose
Chain swinging in your face, ain’t shit you can do
BB Kings in my pockets, my shit singing the blues
Blue cheese, nigga, watch your freak
New shoes, nigga, you ain’t got these
I’ma shoot for the moon, I miss, I’ma still be a star
Don’t get blinded by lights and none of these cars
These niggas is frontin', man, it’s all a facade
If this was the '80s, I’d probably have me a song
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job
Got the big Tommy on me and it’s gon' do its job