GOT SO MUCH CHEESE CALL ME CHIRAG GUPTA!

[Intro]

Stop! Good god, man

Stop! You almost got the cheese touch

Stop! Good god, man

Stop! You almost got the cheese touch

Omni, what the fuck?

[Verse 1: Lil Kirby]

Got this cheese on my dick
She lick it off, nasty bitch
I got sperm on my wrist
Open wide, I gotta piss

Cookin' up beans in the kitchen, ay
Peter's on duty, we do it submissive
Lil Kirby so fluffy, I got a small chick
Five on his head, no Abraham Lincoln

Yo granny, she want all this clout
I gotta piss, bitch open your mouth
Why erratic bitches so motherfuckin' loud?
Fattest fucks in the west, not from the south

I squeeze on my nuts like some Lemonade
I've been beating my dick for like seven days
I got my swag on, no Flavor Flav
When Bill Cosby is free, I'mma yell "Hooray!"

[Verse 2 - BIGDICKSUMO]

Get up yo bitch and she suck on my nuts
I got two shots and I'm ready to bust
R.I.P. Gupta, he was from a book
Can't fuck a tranny 'cause I got the cheese touch

I got a gun and I'm going to school
Do the Nae nae then I drown in a pool
Fuck that bitch MOL$, he's a motherfuckin' tool
Won't fuck your mom 'cause she look like a ghoul

I'm covered in drip from my head to my toe
Fuck you, bitch, I ain't playin' no show
She ask for my number and I tell that bitch no
I would go and fuck her, but she only four

All them gay n****s thinkin' I'll suck a dick
If they try to suck mine then I'm rippin' a clip
Pull down my pants but I take a fat shit
Got my dick in a box, call me Saint Nick

[Verse 3: MOL$]

Stop, good god, man, almost got the cheese touch
Whip in the whip, lil mik touchin' deez nuts
Stick, rippin' dip with my click and your bitch spins
I can hide long as the eye can see, bruh

Never trust a bitch, never have my own shit
On god, never lackin' on some real trap shit
Like I'm shit or I'm sick or I'm grabbin' on her tits
Swear I'm dope, and your kid's gonna help me make me rich

On Jahseh Onfroy though

Spotlight, moonlight, come and treat a bitch right
Disregard a bitch, like an empty bag of chips
Got me trippin' on some shit, shoot a kid with a Glock
Tick tock, on your back, counting racks once again
Cannot rhyme, count to ten, eat a lime, shoot a hen

[Outro]

I think I- I think I'm gonna stop right there because, like, I don't want the cheese touch, yuh, bitch!

Stop! Good god, man

Stop! You almost got the cheese touch