[Hook: Lil Pat]
QUESO, QUESO, CHEESE, QUESO, QUESO, QUESO NACHO CHEESE
QUESO, NACHO, NACHO, QUESO, QUESO, QUESO, CHEESE, QUESO, CHEESE, NACHO, NACHO, NACHO, QUESO, QUESO,CHEESE, QUESO, QUESO, QUESO, NACHO CHEESE, QUESO, NACHO, NACHO, QUESO, QUESO, QUESO, CHEESE, QUESO, CHEESE, NACHO, NACHO, NACHO
[Verse 1: Lightskinblair]
Got damn I'm gone get that milli
Then run it up an get a billi
But I got more money than billy
You smoke that duff just like hilarry
Want war we got artillery
Hit my weed you lose your memory
Good gas ima hippy
I can't roll it its to sticky
Get that drank from Mississippi
Its real dirty like Diana
f** the Sprite I want the Fanta
Three hoes like santa
Got the juice Tropicana
I just wanna f** Savannah
I will never ever cuff her (never)
Only b**h I love is Hannah
Got them bricks just like Montana
Lot of tacos like Cabana
Whip it Whip it Arm and Hammer
I pull up and go bananas
Get Moonrocks from Whiteboy Tanner
sh**ting on em' where my manners
You a soldier I'm commander
Used to trap at Foodarama
Calling plays like Joe Montana
Hit a lick in Texarkana
Had to hit him with the blamma
Kush exotic like a dancer
Hit my blunt an you get cancer
She keep calling not gone answer
100 Bands for your ransom
[Verse 2: AcePerv]
All I smoke on is gas
All I puff on is that Thrax
Told that b**h bend it over cause she had a fat a**
n***a really tote the mac
n***as really in the trap
n***as really moving packs
I move that b**h across the map
n***as really in the streets
n***as really toting heat
n***as really on the block with the rocks in his socks
Chiefin' on a f**ing sweet
n***a really motherf**ing got the mac
Hold up I already said that
n***a really motherf**ing tote Thrax
Hold up I already said that
n***a really motherf**ing toting them packs
I already said that too
Hold up punch a n***a in his f**ing tooth
n***a you sweet got a f**ing sweet tooth
Punch you out in the booth
I don't give a f** we can meet where ever
n***a any under f**ing conditions, n***a any f**ing weather
Hold up pa** it to my n***a Lil Pat
[Verse 3: Lil Pat]
Know a n***a f**ing got the strap
I don't give a f** I'm aiming the sh**
(sniper sounds) at ya back
n***a got the strap
An a n***a on the map
f** around an run it up n***a
Brinks truck bigger
You know I got the drank
You know my weed stank
What the f** do you think
Aiming sh** at your brain
Aim at yo back
(Graaaa) Pat
Lil Pat on the f**ing map n***a I got the strap (I got that heat)
I'm with the heat like D Wade
n***a you f** with me lil b**h you gonna get played
I don't give a f** n***a
n***a always got the triggers
Not just on pictures
Not just on pictures
[Hook]
[Outro: Lightskinblair]
Free El Chapo n***a