PARMESAN CHEESE

In the stu' with Lil Mikey In BSR, got a whole different psyche You think I care if you do not like me We get to blamming, keep that thing beside me I got more opps than a game of cod Your man's built like a discord mod Your bro caught the smoke like a bong Left the scene red, feeling like Twong Feeling like Twong, Y'all must think I say that in every song Yeah like every song I'm just in love with red like the Vietcong Yeah the Vietcong I can flow off of the top of my head All day long Yeah all day long Slap it Tap it Brap it Gimme a nine and I'll smack it Gimme a knife n you know that I'll slash it If I catch any opp lacking Know that gamer gonna be in a casket Spectate the streets Can you see what's happening If kills are goals Then I'm dunking in baskets My blick ain't steel, yeah its Damascus Yo block is mourning, constant sadness I don't care, constant packings I'll do a drive-by just for practice My bars so cold, that they Alaskan I ain't sorry for any brashness If I see an opp then I'll crash it Yeah Then I'll crash it Yuh I don't talk on no fake revolver Cuz you know that shit just ain't me I talk crazy, u go breezy All my boys ain't want u breathe All up in that Rikers, u got working On no dirty All them bandits move no pumps Started tweaking on that loud Oh u slashing now? What's good Oh u bracking now? That's hood But u still ain't get it fool I been working wit that tool Ill be verting on each mile Oh u shooting now? That's wild I got oppas in the clouds Off brand hittas, call that mild Alright, Alright I go brazy you go light U go left and I go right I got shootas on a bike I got your name up in lists I got Fendi on my bitch You got fake drip on yo wrists I got stoppas, slit your wrists I got birkins on your bitch I got bacon, not a bit I got murking on a bitch I got verses on my wrists I done did all of that banging I done stopped all them lames, Now its yo ass left to deal with And to cope I make it bang