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
 Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
 Yeah
 She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up)
 She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
 All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah)
 I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
 Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
 Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
 I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
 Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah)
 Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
 Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please
 Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
 Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep
 Wake that bitch up on a Perky
 Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin'
 Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin'
 Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it
 Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin
 Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin'
 Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
 Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it
 Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
 Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me
 Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies
 Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only
 Fuck 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 shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah
 She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
 She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
 All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
 I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it)
 Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
 Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
 I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
 Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese
 Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir)
 Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah
 And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga
 Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah)
 I got lot of bitches '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 shit 100, yeah
 I was raised by mama, yeah
 Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
 13, 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 nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
 Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred)
 I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
 Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
 She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
 She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
 All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch)
 I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah)
 Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
 Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah)
 I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
 Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
 Uh, yeah
 Hahahaha
 The fuck, nigga?
 Hah, bitch, yeah