Fat Cheeba ft. Old Milk Lyrics

This my life no flex

Trip 6 zip i rep

Script like dope like Xan

Sex maestro in bed

I get bitches sitting on the bus

Blowing money til im henny drunk

Where its going i dont ever look

Chicken noodle til i double up

Henny lemon coolin

With a couple blunts

Got some business moving

In a couple cuts

Steady penny pinching

Tryna squeeze a buck

Get a milli dripping

Ma familia

Northside with a pack

Loud like whoa

Crapped out

Coming back now

With a stack out

Like whoa

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Fat Cheeba

Blow mad tree

With my folk

Yeah

Fat kief

In that

Back seat

I blow mad tree

With my folk

Yeah

Fat cheeba that

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

I told lil shorty one more lick and then I’m yours

getting to this money like the boy had an appointment

Stacking up a baby band and then I hit abort

Fuck this lil money man this shit is not important

Clip clip zip tie off white Jordan

Doors on suicide paint job porcelain

Cut my piece I need my proportion

Cut my lease went beast on a mortgage okay

I don’t wanna hear no basic shit

Melodine I got a crazy pitch

Place a order get it 86

Blue velvet on David Lynch

They was here but they came and went, played the fence

Fake intent

I been learning what patience is Can’t judge what they can’t admit whoa hold up

I clap back like magnolia

My shorty only shop at chanel

She would never go to sephora

Rush to it like Tom soyer

Bring it back like it’s the wrong order

All that hate is not good for ya

Fuck em up I got a good lawyer

Chopped in the middle

Price been a little high

Got it hot like a zippo

I been a little wiser

Drop like a thizzle

My bitch a little shy but she pop like a pistol

I put her up In designer aye

Lay back recliner

8 Grams a ganja

That’s word to my plug

I get it off at the plaza aye

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Fat Cheeba

Blow mad tree

With my folk

Yeah

Fat kief

In that

Back seat

I blow mad tree

W/ my folk

Yeah

Fat Cheeba that

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya Mo Fire

We Building brick by brick

It’s intricate

We movin’ like we immigrants

From trip to trip

So high I melt im icarus

The piff is lit

Almost out of trees

Had to switch to spliffs

Pass the lighter

If I throwaway a verse then the trash on fire

Grab the gas

Whipping shit I got pots and pans kick it like I was a soccer fan

I quarterback options

When I run offense

Scramble out the pocket

Tryna win the conference

Jeez Louise

I’m So high on tattooine

Don’t ask for me

I’m ashin weed

Master chief

Keep the past from passin me

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire

Ay ya ya

Fat Cheeba

Blow mad tree

W/ my folk

(Yeah)

Fat kief

In that

Back seat

I blow mad tree

With my folk

Yeah

Fat Cheeba that

Northside

Ay ya ya

Mo fire

Ay ya ya

Hit the Coastline

Ay ya ya

Mo Fire