Cheo Video (MV)

My momma told me that if I believe in fairy tales
I be lucky enough to get kidnapped
Get sent to the sky and some dude will let me come live in his treehouse
Smoke all of his weed out

All of these bitches say cheese
Slide to the crib on the way
Got the smoke and the play
Nigga gon hold court today
Ima blow up in ya face
They cannot keep with pace
Pacemaker beepin like a bomb and a tastemaker keep rewinding the song
Blunt rolls as fat as Tommy Chong
I got red child in there f*ck with me long
I just f*ck it up back to back like its pong
I can see the lane already don't get me wrong
I'm competitive
Keep you sleep like a sedative
Bitch I'm accredited
Lose a nut like I'm peddlin
Just know that I get it in
This the life that I wanna live
Why you so sensitive
Your opinion is relative
I might sleep with your relative
She know I got the piff
I'm the top representative
There just ain't no comparative

Stick up, rollin down the east side
Going back to 3 side, bouta slide, take me to the party
Grab the Bacardi, call up the squady
Pullin up in 3D, nigga you can see me
I be baked ziti, we can burn down the treaty
Birds you could tweety hit my at Mr. Meaty
In the zomboni, sippin campari, no compari-son comin up for a new day
Trippin off the little stick, ballin off the call up the click
Click baitin till my dick fall off
Setup and break down the rabbit- whole lotta hormonal imbalance
With my trapeze talent, gonna take us to the middle of nowhere
Fast life represent that zoe pound of the kush town
Warriors couldn't take the trophy home but the zone still remains gone
Gone...gone..gone..gone (Gone)...gone