prodby.tim - itchy itchy Lyrics

I'm itchy itchy for the cheddar
Mama just called me, yeah, I said, I'm doing better
She go, itty bitty, I can't find her
My boy swingin' that Glock, yeah, that's a reminder
I swear she the one for my dreams, like, how the hell did I find her
I swear I'm ballin' like Mike, all black fit, yeah, it's designer
Hop in the lift and we go to the top
Ride for me, yeah, and I'll ride for you till the end
Pull up, yeah, I got the drop
Yeah, that my brother, yeah, I ain't got no motherf*ckin' friends
Glock on me like I'm a cop, or the FN, yeah, it really depends
Fly to Paris and we shop
Play with the guys, yeah, you gon' meet your end
I'm itchy itchy for the cheddar
Mama just called me, yeah, I said, I'm doing better
She go, itty bitty, I can't find her
My boy swingin' that Glock, yeah, that's a reminder
I swear she the one for my dreams, like, how the hell did I find her
I swear I'm ballin' like Mike, all black fit, yeah, it's designer
Hop in the lift and we go to the top
Ride for me, yeah, and I'll ride for you till the end
Pull up, yeah, I got the drop
Yeah, that my brother, yeah, I ain't got no motherf*ckin' friends
Glock on me like I'm a cop, or the FN, yeah, it really depends
Fly to Paris and we shop
Play with the guys, yeah, you gon' meet your end