Vanilla Cream
My vanilla cream is mixed with Tris
Ask me where Im at, You know that you ain been fried like this
They tryna stab my back so I got walk round wit my blick
Too much rackz inside my pocket when Im walking I look stiff
I know when I blow up everybody I know gon be pissed
I know when I show up I just try my best to blend right in
Off a 30 throw up otherwise I might be feeling tense
Everybody watching wish they could afford the way I live
Been up working by myself, everyday Im tryna get rich
I been counting on myself I know Im gon be big
Try to press on us that choppa flash on you like bic
Now we going they can't stop us thats just how it is
All of my money came quick so they cant live da way I live
Cant walk with no stick, you try on me then you get blicked
Saw them rackz on me and how I do this shit they sick
I know deep inside they wish that they could live like this
I went up cause every single day I took a risk
Yall be sitting on your ass all day man yall gon flip
I been dropping every single week lil bitch Im in
I got rackz on top of me I spread them all across the bed
God my bitch so bad I pop that perc lil bitch I love my meds
Me and my bitch gon run these rackz up you gon sit home broke instead
Put a line of Tris in my Vanilla Cream then add some red
Walk around I got my Glock I point that beam right to your head
Post up with my bitch we count up rackz in bed
Asking me too many questions boy sound like the feds
Dat boy lied he fried I know he don't want no beef yea
I got rackz, they get thrown out underneath yea
Ion wan talk, tryna get rackz up when I wake up from my sleep
I don't wan fuck wit you, I know everything you do is weak
Aim my gun at you I pull my trigger like delete
Boy you falling off, burnt out, fried and lil bitch I'm still geeked
My vanilla cream is mixed with Tris
Ask me where Im at, You know that you ain been fried like this
They tryna stab my back so I got walk round wit my blick
Too much rackz inside my pocket when Im walking I look stiff
I know when I blow up everybody I know gon be pissed
I know when I show up I just try my best to blend right in
Off a 30 throw up otherwise I might be feeling tense
Everybody watching wish they could afford the way I live
Ask me where Im at, You know that you ain been fried like this
They tryna stab my back so I got walk round wit my blick
Too much rackz inside my pocket when Im walking I look stiff
I know when I blow up everybody I know gon be pissed
I know when I show up I just try my best to blend right in
Off a 30 throw up otherwise I might be feeling tense
Everybody watching wish they could afford the way I live
Been up working by myself, everyday Im tryna get rich
I been counting on myself I know Im gon be big
Try to press on us that choppa flash on you like bic
Now we going they can't stop us thats just how it is
All of my money came quick so they cant live da way I live
Cant walk with no stick, you try on me then you get blicked
Saw them rackz on me and how I do this shit they sick
I know deep inside they wish that they could live like this
I went up cause every single day I took a risk
Yall be sitting on your ass all day man yall gon flip
I been dropping every single week lil bitch Im in
I got rackz on top of me I spread them all across the bed
God my bitch so bad I pop that perc lil bitch I love my meds
Me and my bitch gon run these rackz up you gon sit home broke instead
Put a line of Tris in my Vanilla Cream then add some red
Walk around I got my Glock I point that beam right to your head
Post up with my bitch we count up rackz in bed
Asking me too many questions boy sound like the feds
Dat boy lied he fried I know he don't want no beef yea
I got rackz, they get thrown out underneath yea
Ion wan talk, tryna get rackz up when I wake up from my sleep
I don't wan fuck wit you, I know everything you do is weak
Aim my gun at you I pull my trigger like delete
Boy you falling off, burnt out, fried and lil bitch I'm still geeked
My vanilla cream is mixed with Tris
Ask me where Im at, You know that you ain been fried like this
They tryna stab my back so I got walk round wit my blick
Too much rackz inside my pocket when Im walking I look stiff
I know when I blow up everybody I know gon be pissed
I know when I show up I just try my best to blend right in
Off a 30 throw up otherwise I might be feeling tense
Everybody watching wish they could afford the way I live
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Writer(s): Austin Skinner, James Bullin
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