Lil Pat - QUESO lyrics

[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