Cream Soda (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Turn that b*tch up, [?] ([?], this one's too hard)
Whew
Alright
Mm
Ooh ([?] too good)

[Verse]
Slop a chicken, fallin' off the bone, I got them bands out
Walk a n*gga down with that big blower, I brought the fan out
Kil-Tec gon' put his ass to sleep, we brought the Xans out
I couldn't even lie, b*tch, I don't even look right where my hand out
Got a Cali' plug, he throwin' bows, this sh*t Ludacris
Little biddy switchy on the stick look like computer chips
Bro ain't got no Ls to drive the bag, but I flew the b*tch
Crack open a pint and po' a four, that's from two to six
He always with 12, so we gon' wack him when the courts close
Ballin' like my n*gga, I got the Cullinan in sports mode
Black and white, sixes, Forgios look like Oreos
We gon' get him droppеd for like two racks, that's a story post
I be talkin' crack on all thesе beats, I got Bobby on it
Bro be always schemin', sold a Glock with a body on it
She be always fienin', suck my di*k, I put Molly on it
Pull up, brand new foreigns through the O, I got [?] money
I just brought my shooter brand new park, he be slidin' for me
Count a million cash, I fell asleep like I'm tired of money
Made some extra Ms, [it go in?] somethin', get the Rollie done
Icy punk and pay sixty racks to get the [?] done
Pop a Tesla, this b*tch hit like a loaded gun
Speedin' in that Wraith, ain't catch a case 'cause I throw the gun
Skrrt, ooh
I'm with the tweakers
Only thing them n*ggas smoke is reefer, Wiz Khalifa
Huh, Audemar, chippier than Prince, spent the feature, huh
Granny said we need to pray to Jesus 'cause we demons
[Outro]
Uh
'Kay, this sh*t goin' n*gga
Talkin' this sh*t [?] f*ck
[?] can't f*ck with me, n*gga
Rob [?]
Uh, uh