Lots of cheese is in my pocket
Know I keep some parmesan garlic
Keep some knots in all of my pockets
All these boys man they better stop it
Off shit, man they better knock it
Top shit, they can't even notch it
Granny think I got a gun, she like boy you better pop it
Always knew I was the one, some of my pictures had to crop em
Imma get Swipa on the pendant and that fox head Imma frost it
I think that my time is now, 3:16 like Steve Austin
Nigga better not press your luck, there ain't no Celtic this ain't Boston
Nigga better not press your luck, send him to Jesus it might cost him
Lots of cheese is in my pocket
Know I keep some parmesan garlic
Keep some knots in all of my pockets
All these boys man they better stop it
I believe it, they aint grieving, they salty we eating
Only cardio I'm seeing when I'm walking to Neiman
I'm conceited cuz I'm eager, it turn to my leisure
From the bricks, inside the streets, and that made me concrete (yuh)
Soon as its gone another one up
Now that he fool I'm not f*ckin with bruh
Soon as its hot put the top in the trunk
Think its alot, this shit nothing to us
I gave nothing but love
I can look in his eye and see nothing but bluff
And don't think we in love, you just something to f*ck
I don't hope that shit lasts, I don't run outta luck
Lots of cheese is in my pocket
Know I keep some parmesan garlic
Keep some knots in all of my pockets
All these boys man they better stop it
Off shit, man they better knock it
Top shit, they can't even notch it....