Cream Soda Lyrics

$500 on cream soda

You can catch me on the lodge

I'm pickin a clean hoe up

Gettin money

Niggas sweeping the floors and clean throw up

I'm a mean nigga

Hustled and had a pristine glow up (poled up)

Money on the counter lil nigga get grip

Rob a nigga with my fist

Bust a nigga in the lip (lil bitch)

Take a lil nigga shit

Cause these lil niggas shit

Strip a nigga pride

Then take that nigga zip (give me that shit Nigga)

Niggas set me up a couple times

That's just how it be

Strap up and put yo nuts on

Cause nigga now I see (big strap)

These rat hoes will say it get cold

When you inside the D

My backbone it got a threshold

And you are not a G (you spineless)

Hoe said you taking me home

I told her probably

Honestly

I'm just tryna see

If she gone ride for me

Cause it's a lot of hoe ass niggas

Who dream of Robbin me

But they won't get a shot cause

These niggas movin too sloppily

Read a bitch like the Odyssey

Watch a bitch like a Karen or niggas who fuckin starring at me but can't make it happen (Mark Ass nigga)

These niggas claiming they hear me but fuckin Cappin poppin up out the sunroof bust at yo fuckin captain nigga (fuck boy)

Lil bitch nigga keep a low profile

And get protection (aye lay low)

Pop in yo party and air it out

Block the exit

These 44's all on the Caddy

Nine in the Lexus

A rare ass breed

I define like a nexus

I fuck that bitch I'm moving on to the next one

A rich ass life you won't be on til the next one

Broke ass goofy throw him a bone he a dead one

Call up Jay it's on the floor he a red one (what's good nigga)

Call on gang we left his body but his head gone

High school hoes still hit me up

Say I'm dead wrong (you know you dead wrong)

Yo niggas outta jail too quick I think the feds home

Plus them niggas got no stick

I think I smell something (what the fuck it smell like shit)

Nigga walk around my clique

Look like a lead zone

Trap house he chop up bricks

Look like a sled zone (from the snow)

And that hoe get out my whip

Unless her head cold

Fuck boy don't hit my shit I got a dead phone (don't hit me up nigga)

Two gangs I'm in Moshpits (shoutout Moshh Pitt gang)

Shoutout them dead phone niggas

I was just out west was up on melrose

You lame we got red bottoms you rocking shell toes

Lord knows nigga heaven knows

Nigga hell knows

(Nigga hell nah)

Bitch

(You ain't with us nigga)

(Don't even try to stand over here by us nigga get yo ass booted)

(The fuck)