Hey, right now—
If I were you, I’d fuckin’ run right now
If I were you, I’d fuckin’ run right now
If I were you, I’d fuckin’ run right now
Oh, now you wanna know, bitch
I was just chillin’ in the South with a pole, bitch
Yeah, like a polar bear, bunch of fuckin’ gold, bitch
Like my bitches ice cold in some chrome, bitch
Yeah, I was in my fuckin’ castle servin’ mags, bitch
Yeah, yeah—fifteen
Nah, nigga, sixteen
I can go and do a show and get my check online
Chain so heavy on my neck, I think I’m ’boutta die
I’m ’boutta die!
Shit is red like it’s nighttime
With the Cayenne for the nighttime
Push up on the block, it’s eight o’clock, it’s in the prime time
It’s my fuckin’ life
It’s my fuckin’ life
Mr. fuckin’ Cheetah, like, how do you do it?
How do you get all these bitches? How do you do it?
How do you get all the money? How do you do it?
C’mon, pick a fuckin’ pencil, sit your ass down—let’s go through it
Mr. fuckin’ Cheetah, like, how do you do it?
How do you get all these fuckin’ niggas that’ll shoot it?
I can send ’em out
Fuckin’ send him out the helicopter—
Send him out
Yeah, they jump out my fuckin’ plane
Like I’m 2Hollis, I done got hit by a bunch of planes
I done told God I’m insane, He say, “Go and pray.”
I’m the king of this shit, a cheetah I became
Scratch up on your face, I really hope that you feel all the pain
All these piercings, bitch, I love the pain
Oh, your head? That shit on a gate
Oh, you dead? Nigga, that’s your fate
Mr. Cheetah, he don’t fuckin’ play
Mr. Cheetah—yeah, Mr. Cheetah now
Mr. Cheetah—yeah, bitch, Mr. Cheetah now
I’m the cheetah, lil’ nigga—fuck a Chrome Star
Fuck a pop star
I’m the fuckin’ cheetah!