Cheese and *** Freestyle Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Everybody doin’ that Cheese and *** Challenge on instagram, that’s funny
You not trolling me with that ***? (What?)
Cheese and *** ***, that Project Pat (Yeah)
***, I’m better, ***, I’m better, ***, I’m better, ***, 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 ***, look at the way I used 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 ***
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, “Damn”
*** shoot him in the face, but it hit his ***
All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after that make it flip
Smokin’ on ***, smokin’ on ***, sellin’ that ***, I’m 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 *** in my house
But if you was tweakin’, *** it, load that clip when I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of ***’ ***
I got P’s, ***, and some killers at the door
Niggas 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’
*** 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, this discernment
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, *** on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this *** I 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 ***’ stayed, ayy
We was in Cal’ Park, ayy, uppin’ the hunnids, ayy, ayy
Niggas in Rosen, ay, ay, gettin’ that money, ayy, ayy
Over ease up in the streets, actin’ grimey, ayy, ayy
I ain’t Thug, but some my niggas’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 ***
Niggas know what’s up, I’m in the kitchen, like I’m Curry
Whippin’, whippin’, flippin’ chickens, Harold’s to the churches
Niggas know what’s up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Ballin’, Jimmy Butler, rushin’, I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the *** back, ‘fore we *** up ‘yo set
Droppin’ sets, loading TEC’s
Hit your face and yo’ neck
***, I’m ballin’, don’t need rebounds, I’m dunkin’ on the ***
Up in school, I couldn’t do no work, I was flunking in that ***
*** as ***, off the Xans, sleep in class, *** 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 that to my friends
Who get *** 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
*** with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo’ back, if you think this *** sweet
Mask on me, it ain’t Halloween, still Trick or Treat
All these hoes wanna *** on me, they can’t get *** for free
Matter fact, can’t get *** at all, ’cause these *** ain’t for me
They be triflin’, they be triflin’, tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a *** tryna set my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my *** is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it’s perplexual
See, ***, I be flexin’, and my life is on a pedestal
I’m just like KISS or sum’, I got that heavy metal, and I’m rockin’
