@qluvoo

4 months ago

for the ppl who want the lyrics: Everybody doin' that Cheese and Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funny You what I'm sayin'? You know that shit? (What?) Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah) [Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti] Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha) Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the ways to hit them licks I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn", 🥷🏽 shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after that make you flip smokin on dope, smokin on dope, sellin’ that dope, im in the trap Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, when I kick you out I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door 🥷🏽s fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent Run up on me, I get to murkin' Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin' Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy Niggas in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy I ain't Thug, but some my 🥷🏽s’ll get real slimey, ayy, ayy Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit 🥷🏽’s know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches 🥷🏽’s know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo set Droppin' sets, loading Tec's Hit your face and yo' neck Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bitch High as fuck, off Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work I had Addy's for the $30, I had Vyvanse for the $10 I had all types of Xans, I used to pass up to my friends Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free Matter fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme If a bitch tryna set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it’s perplexual See, bitch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal I’m jus like KISS or sumn, i got that heavy metal and im rockin’

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