Peaches And Cream ft. 887TrixxFn & Yxng Quellz Lyrics

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, uh

Quick to clear your block, I'm slidin' through it in a Hummer

This a Gucci bucket hat and I'm still wearin' it in the summer

Please don't hit my line, bitch, I'm too quick to change the number

Damn, my phone be always ringin', I just mute it or I hang up

Oh, you wanna ride with me, huh? You better be ready to die, n***a

Put a hundred some pounds on a Nissan, I could put on my life, but I'm flyin' with it

I know your bitch be fuckin' the whole gang, I'm surprised that you actually be fine with it

Oh my damn, couldn't be me, my life great, peaches and cream

Bayblade, I let it rip on a n***a that think he can fuck with me, though

Spaz out, lag out, fuck n***a type of, I just hit three in a row

Ayy, headshot, headshot, wait a minute, don't die, I just hit three in a row

That 5-5-6, make a n***a whip flip, ayy, what's my bag? I'm losing control

Shit, I'm in the cut with my shooter, uh, know that he ain't from the medulas, uh

Trade in the Glock for a ruger, shit still the same, know it's gon, bust you're melon

Don't fool with n****s, cause n****s, they tellin'

Damn, how you a snitch and a felon? Damn, them n****s, they gone, but you're melon

187, a murder, I'm 716, hunnid

Plus in the pack, you know I'm a punnid

Smokin' that, strong and the shit too pungent

Damn, pain, he punchin in my chest, I know some demons with shit in the X

Bad bitch, takin' her shopping in to guess, took a trip to the south, I flew back to the west

You better move right when you spin or get left, like shit gettin' spooky, creepin' through they jects

How many shots? Two, hunnid, n****s be bluffin', they ain't really gunning

Thumbing through racks, I got blue 7 hunnids

A young, n****s, I don't shop on no budget

I'm in Dubai with your bitch, got her flooded

Now she wanna fuck in the bathroom, in public

Got a thick booty bitch, ima fly her to London

I call up the buzzin to send bout a dozen

Most dese' n****s, they be talkin', but really they don't know nothin'

Fuck n****s, they be hatin' cause they got low funding

Why the D's lookin' at me like, oh, he know somethin'?

Got his shawty lookin' at me like, oh, he so stunnin'

Bitch, I gotta back to break, it's no running

I was never last to ate, I go hunting

Hit gas i ain't pass the brake, on no money

Really can't fabricate, it's no duckin'

Damn