Sour Cream and Cheese lyrics

[Intro]
(P-Will)
I ain't even feel like rappin' today
I got up out the bed for my n*gga Bando, man
Real n*gg—
Kasher Quon
Let's go
He like, bro, I need you in the stu'
Say less, I'm on my way
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
I just bought a zip and rolled two grams in a fronto leaf
Just got that from YouTube, that is not your beat
You just took a pic' for Instagram, that is not your cheese
[?] some fire cookie, b*tch, I'm smokin' on Hercules (Fire)
I just scammed a lame-ass n*gga on his anniversary (Lame)
And I picked this lil' b*tch up and made her swipe for me
n*gga just paid me for a feature and want me to write it
His b*tch just sent her address, now I'm 'bout to type it in
And I just told the engineer to punch me in
This b*tch just called a n*gga phone and told me she bringin' a friend
A n*gga just paid me for a feature and gave me a band
My cousin just rolled up a Backwood, it was a gram
I just saw a fiend overdose off a gram
Broke-ass n*gga at the store tryna sell bags
And I heard his b*tch at the beauty supply tryna steal weed
I just went to sleep and my brother stole all my weed
Now I'm finna break into a dispensary and steal all they weed
Broke-ass n*gga in the crib eatin' sour cream and cheese
Let me hear it from the top
[Verse 2]
I just made a Cash App screenshot from Photoshop
I thought the lil' b*tch had an ass, but it was Photoshopped
Dawg lame as hell, that lil' n*gga, he a mall cop (Lame)
I just got chased in the mall by a mall cop
And I f*cked a ratchet-ass b*tch with a tongue ring
Now I'm finna shoot a video in front of a green screen
And I just cut into my mans for drinkin' green lean
I just scammed a tall-ass n*gga that look like Yao Ming
This b*tch irritatin', keep askin' me, "Can I buy love [?]?"
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch in a car in the backseat
I just had to pull the K out the backseat
'Cause I had a dream that a n*gga tried to rob me
This b*tch just showed me her purse, it was empty
A n*gga just showed me a Runtz pack, but it was empty
I'm tryna pull up on my haters in a Bentley
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch, then I'ma move to Mississippi
Broke-ass n*gga in the crib eatin' TV dinners
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch and I'ma buy her two TV dinners
And I rolled up a Backwood, now I got a splinter
This b*tch just sent her address, now I gotta get her (I'm on my way)