CHERRYPIE

Oh my god, is that Cedd? Smokin' good, I call that shit lemon cake Pussy nigga hella angry, took his bitch out on a date Lil boy think he faster, so please don't run, cause you bout to meet your fate Now he a ghost like Casper, you can't do sh*t now, boy, it's too late This wood the size of a cigar, you can call me Andrew Tate Call the chopper "Easy Oven" cause that bitch ready to bake Just like a cannibal, that motherfuckin' chop gon' eat your face Just like a danimal, she slurred me up, I busted on her lace Bitch, I'm too high off the ganja, that shit took me up to space Just like the wind blew him away, and I bet we ain't leave no trace Put them beams up to his face, made that bitch boy say his grace And that pussy tried to run, shot that nigga in his waist Keep up that ra-ra, and we just might banish you You can call me Mega Man, show him what this cannon do I'm not worried bout you, lil' bitch, cause I'm ahead of you I got these niggas jumpin' to my music like some kangaroos And I'm all up in that bitch head just like some damn shampoo You can't run from this smoke, lil' boy, that's what you can't undo You know your lil' bitch is a slut, she drink my nut like Mountain Dew Let them bullets fuckin' stick to him just like a damn tattoo Choppa blew his back out, so I call him Ricky Pop out too quick with that 50, bitch you snitching, so I call you Mickey Tryna f*ck with me, ain't gon' cap, that's a lil' risky Put yo' bitch ass in the ground, push up with that fuckin' semi Tear him up with 100 rounds, I think that we got 20 Nasty bitch tryna f*ck on me, while I'm too lit off the remy She told me to drop the pants, think that lil' bitch name was Lexi After I ravaged her guts, told that lil' bitch do not text me I'm not talkin' Travis, but that bitch a fiend Run up on him easy, and pull out that gun he ain't never seen Call me Chris Brown, we beat his ass and made them chops sing Come get this bitch, cause she addicted to me like promethazine She blowin' up my phone, that lil' bitch can't get enough of me I know she like my tone, when I say her name, I guarantee Pop out with that chrome, its gon' hit your squad, you better flee If I get that bitch some dick, I bet she gon' remember me