Nachos

I'm back mhmmmm yea CGE That's my team (Yea) Everything we like is really green (No veggies) Money, weed We got Nachos (Wagyu beef wit the) Cheese (Woo and don't forget them peppers) Bitches on they knees, till they bleed (Omg) Wanna kick it that's not free (Forty dollars) All my weed from dispensaries (Opp Pack) Smoke so much I don't have no dreams (But I got goals) I got dreams, like Martin Luther king Been through so much my heart stone like the thing Been through too much tried to shoot us they ain't hit no thing All my opps is dead they had seven days just like the ring Diamonds hit like bells Glock don't need no auto tune to sing Ding-a-ling that's what's yo girl lick for weed A Fein, for that za za she gone suck it clean I say a lot I'm not gone stop i promise you nigga i stand on it They had blicks all in they whip they hoped out an ran on me I smiled, you look like my friend homie Gotta kill me cause you can get nan from me They ain't get nan from me Go get the pastor my bullets faster (Stop runnin) You ain't Muslim (No you not) Why you fastin (Bitch you broke) It ain't no spiritual choice It ain't choice at all (We know) I'm not even in the NBA but i still ball C.G.E i been claiming it since i could crawl Used to shit in diapers now i shit on y'all My hands itch like bird mans yo hands itch like balls (Stinky) Backwoods look like a log, yours is like a twig You got more tobacco than the weed you be rolling be cigs Pull up late if she don't let me f*ck I wake the kids Freestyle on top of freestyle talkin shit (Halitosis) I like cheese blue and green i aint talkin mac (Moldy) Money look like it's gone fall wit the way it stack (Oh no) I hear this i hear that never hear no facts (Lies) Rather hear that hate than hear yo music that shit wack Yea, mines crack They keep coming back Every time I'm in the stu I say I'm in the trap And business is boomin