Roids n Cheeks Lyrics

I don't remember asking you a god damn thing

[Hook]
We got them roids, she got them cheeks
We got them roids we got them roids she got them cheeks
We got them roids, she got them cheeks
We got them roids she’s got them cheeks she's got them cheeks

[Pre-Verse]
On that beat imma freak, imma flea
Off that test got me feeling like a G
Roids n Cheeks uh-huh, Roids n Cheeks
Roids n Cheeks uh-huh, Roids n Cheeks

[Verse 1]
Roids n Cheeks got me feeling like math is bleak
My mind gone insane off this fucking beat
I got a bad bitch she show me her teets
Amazon'a finna spring a fuckin’ leak
Smoke so much crack they call me twеak
Now they call me Zach Eff, I'm fresh till dеath
Got too many bitches, now they calling me Hugh Heff
I pull up on set, in my private jet
Beat the pussy up, don't even sweat
Roids n Cheeks your bitch can lick my crack
Ain't no coming back, I'm dunking up in the pussy just like Shaq

Pulling the team all up on my back, always getting in that late night snack
Pumping my numbers up, slide in your girl's DMs, "What's up?"
Two girls; one motherfuckin' cup

Walk up in the trap like a fucking boss
Found me a bitch fatter than Rick Ross
Boutta pump her cheeks till they’re fucking raw

Dump it off for the squad, John stocked it, imma bob
I’m OJ Simpson duckin' dodgin’ hoes, running from the cops inna beat up Bronco
I'm all fucked up on Trambalone
All these motherfuckers tryna take my throne
Might drop out of school just to work at the Dome
Fuck all these dudes tryna copy our flow, Wang Gang, Wang Gang we In This Thang
This mothafuckin Wang Gang

[Hook]
We got them Roids, she got them Cheeks
We got them Roids she got them Cheeks she got them Cheeks
On this beat imma freak imma flea
On this test got me feelin' like a G
Roids n Cheeks uh-huh, Roids n Cheeks uh-huh, Roids n Cheeks uh-huh, Roids n Cheeks, Roids n Cheeks, got me feeling like a G
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!

[Verse 2]
I always got that dressin’, I always be finessin'
Takin' D-ball yeah I'm testin', yeah boy I'm testin'
Chiddy-Chiddy gang bang, Pete Wang Gang, eating your girl's cat like my last name is Chang, she yelled "Ralphie!" as she came
Y'all can't hang, wowie in the fast lane

[Pre-Verse 2]
Yo. Three young frosties? Suck my three balls
Lil Youssef? Suck my balls
Tekashi 6ix 9ine? Suck my balls
Wang Gang

[Verse 3]
We got them Roids, we got them Cheeks
We move in silence, and stay discreet
And with the violence, except for Neeks
Like Giannis, your girl's a freak

'Bout my Bucks not from Milwaukee, ice on frost but ain't no hockey. Throwin' hands bitch call me Rocky, give no fucks so please stop talking

Pistol by my pistol, yeah from Pitt, don't get it twisted mister. Shooting shit like liquor, hit your bitch quick, lickin' dick her
Figure I'm a mister so I take her out to dinner
Then it's back to my place she got white lace then I'm in her
Bracin' for this wood, God damn, she's yelling "Timber!"
360 on that dick, looking like a fidget spinner
[Outro]
We got them Roids, she got them Cheeks....