C?DD - CHERRYPIE Lyrics

Oh my god, is that Cedd?

Smokin' good, I call that shit lemon cake
Pussy nigga hella angry, took his bitch out on a date
Lil boy think he faster, so please don't run, cause you bout to meet your fate
Now he a ghost like Casper, you can't do sh*t now, boy, it's too late
This wood the size of a cigar, you can call me Andrew Tate
Call the chopper "Easy Oven" cause that bitch ready to bake
Just like a cannibal, that motherf*ckin' chop gon' eat your face
Just like a danimal, she slurred me up, I busted on her lace
Bitch, I'm too high off the ganja, that shit took me up to space
Just like the wind blew him away, and I bet we ain't leave no trace
Put them beams up to his face, made that bitch boy say his grace
And that pussy tried to run, shot that nigga in his waist
Keep up that ra-ra, and we just might banish you
You can call me Mega Man, show him what this cannon do
I'm not worried bout you, lil' bitch, cause I'm ahead of you
I got these niggas jumpin' to my music like some kangaroos
And I'm all up in that bitch head just like some damn shampoo
You can't run from this smoke, lil' boy, that's what you can't undo
You know your lil' bitch is a slut, she drink my nut like Mountain Dew
Let them bullets f*ckin' stick to him just like a damn tattoo
Choppa blew his back out, so I call him Ricky
Pop out too quick with that 50, bitch you snitching, so I call you Mickey
Tryna f*ck with me, ain't gon' cap, that's a lil' risky
Put yo' bitch ass in the ground, push up with that f*ckin' semi
Tear him up with 100 rounds, I think that we got 20
Nasty bitch tryna f*ck on me, while I'm too lit off the remy
She told me to drop the pants, think that lil' bitch name was Lexi
After I ravaged her guts, told that lil' bitch do not text me

I'm not talkin' Travis, but that bitch a fiend
Run up on him easy, and pull out that gun he ain't never seen
Call me Chris Brown, we beat his ass and made them chops sing
Come get this bitch, cause she addicted to me like promethazine
She blowin' up my phone, that lil' bitch can't get enough of me
I know she like my tone, when I say her name, I guarantee
Pop out with that chrome, its gon' hit your squad, you better flee
If I get that bitch some dick, I bet she gon' remember me