Cream & Peaches ft. biggz Lyrics

I don't love that bitch if anything, we got that toxic love

Caught him at the light, now he ridin' with a hundred doves

None my niggas lackin', we be ridin' with a hundred guns

Talkin' out your neck, bet you sweeter than a honey bun

Couldn't get a penny, now I'm ridin' with that damn chain

Dissin' on me, playin' with that fire, look like Lu'Cain

You can have that ho, no, the bros don't want that loose thang

I ain't gettin' married to no ho that built like T-Pain

How you gon' wife the thot? She was suckin' on your bro

I been in the streets, but I don't show, so you'll never know

I been on some other shit, knockin' niggas off the road

All I care about is gettin paper, I'ma feed the bros

Life was never sweet, shit has never been no

Cream and peaches cut a couple bitches off

Half them niggas was some leeches

Hop up in the stu' when I rap, it's always like I'm preachin'

He in school, caught him by himself, now my bullets teachin'

Yeah, yeah, they gon' teach a lesson, young nigga

But you know I ride around with them felons, where I grew up

If you wasn't buyin', you was sellin', we was born in the trap

Now we didn't have cocomelon, I was thuggin' as a jit

Only ten, I took a hit, I was grown when I was six

Man, I had to do that shit, now I'm chasing paper

Now I can't be stressed about no bitch, caught him at the light

Now my gun gonna plead the fifth

Little nigga, come pull the trigger

I'm steady fuckin' on your bitch and your sister

Shit I probably fucked your mom, little niggas we the mob

Pull up on the block, we gon' let off hundred shots

Like, what the fuck? Like, what the fuck

Man, this dirty, little slut, just hit my blunt

Had my sister fade her up, I ain't talkin' bout no taper

TM be the gang, lil' niggas gettin' paper

Lil' bitch, she tryna link, finna save that shit for later

Bitch, I'm gettin' to this guap, you can call me Danny Fader

We ain't no grown-ups, so shut the fuck up

These niggas talkin' shit, man, I dare they tryna run up

TM be the movement, lil' nigga, come and shoot me

I'm just chillin' with his bitch, finna turn her to a groupie

Got this thick emo bitch, tryna cream up on her peaches

Had to cut some niggas off, cuz these niggas is some leeches

They thought that I was done, but I came back with some heat

Jimmy Butler on my waist when I'm ridin' through the streets

I was thuggin' as a jit, so I never knew bout peace

I was runnin' from them dogs till they let me off the leash

I'm a bad child, man, I shot a gun before a three

Hella cold nights, had the oven turnt before I sleep

Man, I'm not the one, told that bitch, don't stress bout me

But these niggas bitches mad, cuz this bitch pressed bout me

TM