Lyrics

I'm boutta go get the cheddar Ima go stack all my bread up Know all that talkin' ain't cute in the world Test the wrong one you know you get wet up Know ima go get the cheddar Hit that beat like a Ronaldo header I can't find the time to go make my own bed up I'm staying ten toes but I'm light as a feather Don't test him don't want to Can't never handle that cause you always been a rat And I never made a song off of pro tools And these py ns sad Go and get a little pad Go and tell me how you feeling Know that you hurt in ya heart Go and tell me how you dealing Cause you know a nigga winning When I walk up in the building And these women and these children Keep on shaking in they britches "Sidchase, Sidchase that na" What I hear em say as my thoughts get bigger How the hell you think that a brain this insane Boutta come up with name when the whole world bitter Tried to talk nice but I ain't friends with him How you got a gun but there ain't no trigger Fk all the fakes I'm about kill em with a beat na it's gon' be a stone cold winter I'm boutta go get the cheddar Ima go stack all my bread up Know all that talkin' ain't cute in the world Test the wrong one you know you get wet up Know ima go get the cheddar Hit that beat like a Ronaldo header I can't find the time to go make my own bed up I'm staying ten toes but I'm light as a feather Wanna blow up my phone Do not disturb when I'm chillin at home I cannot fuck with a chasin' a na who talk with a girl on his cell for some dome Na you stupid I was born ruthless When I go talk it Know Ima do it When you go talkin' Know you ain't boolin' When you show up I hear everyone booing Shoutout to my ns that real w me Shoutout to my ns that deal w me If you a real one come chill with me Unless you be on that fake st I can't let you come sit with me You just a enemy Negative energy You not a friend of me, not even close You think we family, I think I just choked If you love me so much then just give me two seconds I'll give you a pose I'm boutta go get the cheddar Ima go stack all my bread up Know all that talkin' ain't cute in the world Test the wrong one you know you get wet up Know ima go get the cheddar Hit that beat like a Ronaldo header I can't find the time to go make my own bed up I'm staying ten toes but I'm light as a feather
Writer(s): Sidney Chase Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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