GloRilla and CMG The Label - Tomorrow Lyrics

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't f*ck wit' me (Cheese)
But I say they can't f*ck wit' me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere
How you say it's up with' me?

Pop-poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (stupid ass)
They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (ugh)
I don't know the nigga, I just seened him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (nah)
When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (deuces)

They say they don't f*ck with' me
But I say they can't f*ck with' me (on gang)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere
How you say it's up with' me? (huh?)
Them bitches should've stayed down
They could've been up wit' me (too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down
'Cause they can't get up wit' me (lame ass)

My ex f*ckin' on my old friend, both they ass some f*ckin' clowns (haha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass ho)
He thought wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (thought it was)
Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now
High as f*ck, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no Swishers (nope)
Slidin' with' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (that's gang)
These bitches be lovin' to go out sad about these niggas (ugh)
I don't wanna hang with' them, they don't handle business (they can't hang with' us)
They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (none of that)
Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (f*ckin' dumb)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (f*ck 'em)
They really got me f*cked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that)
She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (keep that bitch)
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (hahaha)

Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not f*ck wit' you tomorrow (nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f*ck tomorrow (that's just me)
Ain't f*cked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f*ck tomorrow (duh)
Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Aight, lemme hear that