Cheddar Bob Lyrics

That bitch ass nigga shot himself, we call him Cheddar Bob

He feel like Lil terio, we finna diddy bop

Ooh kill em, ooh kill em, and I do my dance on these hoes

Pull up with that pole, then I take a niggas soul

Take his soul with that 50 round, bitch I get you gone

I don't care, what they talkin' bout, I hit em surround sound

And that draco bustin, 808, beat em' on that ground

You know what I'm talking Bendoe, I hit em with 4 pounds

Load that clip, send em like birds, hit em with a hundred rounds

Like Yung Joc, we set the function, my niggas is going down

Spin a benz with that choppa (spin a benz, spin a benz)

Send his ass to the doctor

Yeah we be smoking on that gas, and I'm higher than a rocket

He think he the plug, well I guess I am the socket

He rocking designer, but he got lint in his pocket

Hustling everyday, steady grinding, making profit

All eyes on me, I'm the one that they be watching

I'm in my mode, prescription pills what I be popping

With that gun I'm going special ed, ain't no stoppin'

Swerving through your hood with that glock, them bodies droppin'

That nigga 6'3, and I popped him in his knees

Now he chilling 5'5, while he looking up to me

Them shells hit the ground, hit the gas, and we flee the scene

Steady talk behind my back, and now they looking up to me

I remember them niggas trying to down me, I paint his fucking city red

I don't want y'all niggas around me, I'm stacking up my fucking bread

One thing's for certain, two things ya' need to understand

Steady banging KTO, unload them choppers, they never gon' jam

Grinding to the top, slick, hating, and they doubting me

Shoot first, questions later, so stay the fuck from round me

Creep walking down a nigga block, bet you can't find me

Yo bitch is a eater, all she wanna do is ride me

Cannot trust a soul, out this bitch, niggas be grimey

Wipe a nigga nose, I'm so slatt, I'm so slimy

My neck and wrist on froze, man that shit be so blinding

Watches on both wrists, and I'm still on different timing

That bitch ass nigga shot himself, we call him Cheddar Bob

He feel like Lil terio, we finna diddy bop

Ooh kill em, ooh kill em, and I do my dance on these hoes

Pull up with that pole, then I take a niggas soul

Take his soul with that 50 round, bitch I get you gone

I don't care, what they talkin' bout, I hit em surround sound

And that draco bustin, 808, beat em' on that ground

You know what I'm talking Bendoe, I hit em with 4 pounds