Cheerio Song Lyrics

Description:- Cheerio Lyrics Adamn Killa ft. Lil Uzi Vert are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Adamn Killa. This song is from MARS album. This Song will release on 20 June 2021.

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Song:– Cheerio

Singer:– Adamn Killa

Featuring:– Lil Uzi Vert

Album:– MARS

Producer:– Rio Leyva & OVRCZ

Written:– Adamn Killa & Lil Uzi Vert

Cheerio Lyrics Adamn Killa ft. Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woo, yeah
Woah (Yeah), yeah
I get the guap, that’s the truth (The truth), yeah
I get to God, that’s the truth (The truth), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay, I came in with a whole nother plan (A plan), damn
Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (Some whole different bands), damn
Yeah, I feel like the man, ooh (The man)
Ooh, I feel like the one, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS so that shit shine like the sun, yeah
These niggas mad at me, okay
It’s cool, I don’t even fuck with these boys (Okay)
Silencer on my gun, yeah
I don’t even fuck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it ’cause I had to go get all the money (Yeah)
That girl ain’t want me before, I think that shit funny (I think it’s funny)
Stack up the bands to the top, I’m the man (Yeah)
I got guap, these niggas all be fans (Slatt), yeah
I had to go out
I had to put my dick right in her mouth
I had to go out
I had to show these boys what it’s about
This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it
That’s a knife, got an AK-47
Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11
SRT, it do not got no traction
Sauce, sauce, sauce, I’m a boss, boss, boss
I will knock you off way before you get off
I keep it two Virgil’s, whip that white until it’s off (I keep it two Virgil’s)
I keep it two Virgil’s, whip that white until it’s off (Oh, uh)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah)
Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah)
Blicky’d up, blicky’d up, blicky’d up, yeah (Blicky’d up)
That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand
‘Cause I’m on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
I’m on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah
And I could tell that she got a man (Okay)

[Chorus: Adamn Killa]
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-Cheerio (Cheerio)
You don’t want me to reach my goals (My goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (My goals)
Too much swag, can’t flop (Can’t flop)
I don’t flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (On deck)
Like I’m on the boat (Woo)
Give me the racks, I go (I go)
Cheeri-Cheerio (Cheerio)
You don’t want me to reach my goals (My goals)
I reach, I reach my goals (Hmm)
Too much swag, can’t flop (Can’t flop)
I don’t flop, I float (I float)
She got all hands on deck (On deck)
Like I’m on the boat

[Verse 2: Adamn Killa]
These niggas bougie, [?]
Money come in fast, I can’t dine in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your back, put your spine up in it (Back, spine)
Get the racks in and then mind my business (Mind my business)
No more back and forth, I ain’t playin’ tennis (No, no)
Money so heavy, [?] fitness
Aw shit, that nigga jumped in it (Aw shit)
Stole my swag, didn’t even say “Pretty” (No, no)
Please, on the beat with plenty ease (Woah)
I’m the shit, like barking geese (Geese)
And they bite like they teething
[?] my feet red, they bleeding
You don’t got my money read, I’m leaving (I’m out)
Every season Adamn season (Yeah, yeah)
Get on the beat with a switch and beat it (Beat it)
Get on the beat and I mistreat it (Mistreat it)
On a track with Lil Uzi
Rest in peace Jay Uzi (R.I.P.)
When this shit drop it’s a movie, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
My family the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
[?] the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Tyler the reason why I do it (I do it)
Yeah, Maurice the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
[?] the reason why I do it, yeah (I do it)
Money got my pockets feeling bloated (Bloated)
Get the racks instead, don’t show it (Racks)
Shoutout to [?] when I was chosen (Yeah, yeah)
Money old, but these white girls golden (What?)
I’m in the slot, like a token (Token)
These niggas Buzz, call ’em locust (Buzz)
How you hate from a Ford Focus? (I don’t know, I don’t know)
I don’t know, that sound crazy (Yeah)
Chicago raised me (Yeah, yeah)
And it made me (Yeah)
I’m a hostile baby (Yeah)
[?]
That’s why they got rabies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds dancin’, Patrick Swayze
This my time, I cannot be lazy