Cream Soda Lyrics

I spent over 25 bands at the jewelry store I spent over 25 bands, you touch, you get

Peter Rolled I got love for all my niggas, yeah, we like

the Seminoles All I hang around with strikers, yeah, real

criminals killers in tuxedos, punch you like I'm Deebo

Shoot niggas like a free throw Off-white shirt, look like a killo

They tellin' me stay humble,you run it up, don't fumble

The feds be on my trail, hunnid racks, he in a cell

Twenty-seven thousand on a twenty-seven piece

Flowers setting ' on the Cartier, nigga, yea don't play with me

I be in the hood with everybody screamin' ABG

Pickin' up the bags with a bitch thicker than Monique

X6 M5 series, nigga, yea don't play with me

In a black truck with a ARP, nigga, don't play with me

Distribute a thousand bags through the city, nigga, don't play with me

You gone need the military, nigga, to try to fuck with me

I be in the hood with the ratchet hoes, and they lovin' me

Light skin, bad thick, bougie bitch, and she fuckin' me

Thousand dollar jeans and the racks on me, complimentary

They gon' need the fire marshal, to stop us from entering

I got a billion on my mind, my time never runnin' up

Most of my opps on the gram cryin' , the other bitchin' up

They think he died from a chainsaw, the way them bullets shred em' up

I drop some tris in a cream soda and I fill it up