Everybody doin' that Cheese and Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funny You what I'm sayin'? You know that shit? (What?) Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah) [Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti] Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha) Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the ways to hit them licks I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn", nigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after that make you flip Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, when I kick you out I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door Niggas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent Run up on me, I get to murkin' Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin' Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy Niggas in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy I ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit Niggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches Niggas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo set Droppin' sets, loading Tec's Hit your face and yo' neck Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bitch High as fuck, off Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work I had Addy's for the $30, I had Vyvanse for the $10 I had all types of Xans, I used to pass up to my friends Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free Matter fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme If a bitch tryna set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual See, bitch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
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Who came here right after hearing his freestyle 🔥
I did because I wanna mix it lmao
keep it real my men
Def did
Imma drop my own since juice did it rip jw
Yessir bro so fire 🔥
This is old school
Project Pat
What's up L boi
Everybody doin' that Cheese and Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funny
You what I'm sayin'? You know that shit? (What?)
Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah)
[Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]
Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)
Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the ways to hit them licks
I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn", nigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch
All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after that make you flip
Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap
Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, when I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
Niggas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes
I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy
Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
Run up on me, I get to murkin'
Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin'
Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy
I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh
I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy
We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy
Niggas in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy
Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy
I ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit
Niggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig
Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches
Niggas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo set
Droppin' sets, loading Tec's
Hit your face and yo' neck
Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch
Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bitch
High as fuck, off Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work
Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work
I had Addy's for the $30, I had Vyvanse for the $10
I had all types of Xans, I used to pass up to my friends
Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh
Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city
Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet
Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat
All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free
Matter fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me
They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a bitch tryna set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
See, bitch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal
I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
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U kno there’s a actual instrumental of it right?
what is it called
@@YvngJester look up cheese and dope project pat instrumental
Yeah this beat isn't the same. Wheres the real instrumental at?
@@GETOFFMYPORCHYOUFUCKINGTOMATO look at my other comment above this one and yours
This is 3-6 mafias beat
Which music?
Cheese and dope- project pat