[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin’ that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin’ Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These n***as just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin’ I stay with my weapon
Long as I’m getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don’t fuck with rookies she know I’m a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can’t even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can’t feel no stressin’
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin’

[Verse 1: BG Kenny Lou]
Know the street can get deadly when you chasin’ fetti
She tellin’ me lies think I go for whatever
I act like I buy it let her think she clever
I won’t even sweat I’m a natural finesser
Since I jumped in the street been applying that pressure
You play with my gang we gon’ teach you a lesson
Get put on a cross don’t get put on a stretcher
I got too much muscle so I ain’t even gotta flex
And she all on my dick asking when I’mma scoot her
She say I act fake and I ain’t even blew her
She stay on her knees and I stay getting’ chewed up
Squeezin’ that Glock ‘till it’s straight boy I’m juiced up
Hunnid young n***as you know we all tooled up
I been a boy since a man yeah I grew up
Been whackin’ shit my best friend is a shooter
And bitch I’m the one and my name is Ken Lou

[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin’ that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin’ Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These n***as just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin’ I stay with my weapon
Long as I’m getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don’t fuck with rookies she know I’m a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can’t even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can’t feel no stressin’
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin’

[Verse 2: Ghost Magneto]
Bitch I got a pocket full of cheese I been trappin’ these P
Bitch on her knees she expressin' her needs
I’m like "baby I don't rock like that, I'm so low key"
Bitch I’m so CMP so don’t speak with me creep
Know that you heard that I’m deep in these street
Bust a n***a ass if he speak on the team
Bitch never done fucked on a n***a like me
My shooters overseas no my jeweler’s supreme
Smokin’ on cookies and cream I’m a legend
Already they scootin’ up for me
When I tell her I want her, she pull off of me
All yo' n***as chabron all of my n***as street
All the youngin’ they rootin’ for me
I’m in love with blue cheese that shit do some to me
We ain't doin' no hidin' every day we outside, n***a try it
Sendin’ shots at the team

[Chorus]
Pockets full of blue cheese, I go choppin’ that lettuce
I'm rollin' in style, though, [?]
She lovin’ Magneto that bitch got a fetish
I ball in the game, got me feelin' athletic
I Balmain my jean used to rock [?]
These n***as just jealous the stories they telling
They lying, they plottin’ I stay with my weapon
Long as I’m getting mine you can keep all the extra
Cup full of syrup I be full of that Texas
I pop me a perc and get full of that cet
You gon cry in a Bentley or cry in a Lexus
She don’t fuck with rookies she know I’m a vet
And I fuck with you shawty I can’t even flex
When I get in that pussy it feel like the wettest
We get high and we fuck and we can’t feel no stressin’
You sent straight from heaven you truly a blessin’