Cream Soda (feat. Ham Bome)
Toasty off exotic, I keep Whitney for that Bobby
And I know just why they want me
I don't compare to nobody, I'm the
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
I make 'em change up the offers (Okay)
She wanna put on a new pair of clothes but I make her wait in the water (Wait here)
Want me to show 'em the way in the trap but I make 'em wait on the corner (Hold up)
I make 'em wait for the orders (Do it)
You saying "Ya killing me, Smalls!"
I make 'em pray for a coroner (Ha)
I had to fuck on ya wifey so good that I made a way for your daughter
Hair and her nails, I'm paying it for 'em (Trust)
It ain't no problem
Getting money is a hobby (Yeah yeah yeah)
Watch me grow hella exotics
Then get ghost just like I'm Tommy (Ghost)
Power... trip
(Trippin, huh?)
Fuck it if it ain't legit (At all)
I'm hitting the lick, it's right on the tongue you know what it is (Ha)
Pull up to ya build, we kick through ya door, put that shit to ya head
We run through ya stash then we do the dash, it happened so fast you ain't seen us again
No make believe do anything I wanna
I'm major league made the cream off soda
No make believe do anything I wanna
I'm major league baby I'm the, shit!
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
They say they lovin the beats
Shout to Rylan, shout out to Miles
Shout out to Bruno and Quise (And Jijo)
I fuck from the back and I'm pulling her hair we go hard in the sheets (Let's do it)
We fucking so good, I don't say her name we gone keep it discreet (Shh)
She telling our business I'm cutting her off to leave her for the streets (Oh yeah)
Do what you want but don't lie to me
Don't want that fake on the side of me
None of that bullshit inspire me (Inspire)
For real (For real)
You niggas' replicas, fuck it I said it
These real niggas fuck with me 'cause I'm authentic (For real)
Tried to come take all the shit I be on, so fuck it I had to just leave you beheaded (They dead)
Acting like bros but that shit has ended (Right now)
Swear I can never put trust in a friend
Calm down, I'ma turn up the town when I touch base
(I got you when I'm back just hold on for a second)
Make it jump in the spot, got it looking like a pump fake (Jump jump)
Bet the pussy get jumped, got it looking like a crushed grape (Oh yeah)
Got it wrapped like duct tape (Wow)
That's how you know I'm the
Shit
And I know just why they want me
I don't compare to nobody, I'm the
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
I make 'em change up the offers (Okay)
She wanna put on a new pair of clothes but I make her wait in the water (Wait here)
Want me to show 'em the way in the trap but I make 'em wait on the corner (Hold up)
I make 'em wait for the orders (Do it)
You saying "Ya killing me, Smalls!"
I make 'em pray for a coroner (Ha)
I had to fuck on ya wifey so good that I made a way for your daughter
Hair and her nails, I'm paying it for 'em (Trust)
It ain't no problem
Getting money is a hobby (Yeah yeah yeah)
Watch me grow hella exotics
Then get ghost just like I'm Tommy (Ghost)
Power... trip
(Trippin, huh?)
Fuck it if it ain't legit (At all)
I'm hitting the lick, it's right on the tongue you know what it is (Ha)
Pull up to ya build, we kick through ya door, put that shit to ya head
We run through ya stash then we do the dash, it happened so fast you ain't seen us again
No make believe do anything I wanna
I'm major league made the cream off soda
No make believe do anything I wanna
I'm major league baby I'm the, shit!
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
They say they lovin the beats
Shout to Rylan, shout out to Miles
Shout out to Bruno and Quise (And Jijo)
I fuck from the back and I'm pulling her hair we go hard in the sheets (Let's do it)
We fucking so good, I don't say her name we gone keep it discreet (Shh)
She telling our business I'm cutting her off to leave her for the streets (Oh yeah)
Do what you want but don't lie to me
Don't want that fake on the side of me
None of that bullshit inspire me (Inspire)
For real (For real)
You niggas' replicas, fuck it I said it
These real niggas fuck with me 'cause I'm authentic (For real)
Tried to come take all the shit I be on, so fuck it I had to just leave you beheaded (They dead)
Acting like bros but that shit has ended (Right now)
Swear I can never put trust in a friend
Calm down, I'ma turn up the town when I touch base
(I got you when I'm back just hold on for a second)
Make it jump in the spot, got it looking like a pump fake (Jump jump)
Bet the pussy get jumped, got it looking like a crushed grape (Oh yeah)
Got it wrapped like duct tape (Wow)
That's how you know I'm the
Shit
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Writer(s): Ham Bome
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