Cream Biggums

[Verse1: Trilly Trills]
Uh, puttin' pressure on the slouches
The artist in the building, this the shirts against the blouses
Naked in your crib, kid, better hide your spouses
Stretched on the sofa, leavin' stains across the couches
From day one, had the shorties sayin' I'm A1
Put your old lady through the table like Mae Young
I'm Bubba Ray, fuck what the numbers say, who wanna play
Supplementin' this whole shit like a one a day
Take two of these, never call me in the a.m
I'm calmin' down the hood, they be waitin' for the mayhem
Bitin' off Trills, real spill, better pay him
Rather pop bottles than nozzles, but they'll spray them
Uh, Travis Barker with the sticks
Say it ain't so, them hitters hawked you with the blicks
Made 'em blink 182 times, a bunch of flinches
Cracked a bunch of eggs from the finches
Uh, drop 'em made egg in the hole
The compound butter, got it spread all on the toast
Took the cutout part and dipped it in yolk
I've been eatin' this good for decades, boy, I'm really a GOAT
Yo, I see 'em tryin' to hop up on the forte
Saddled up, jockin', and it's lookin' like a horse race
Got my territory feelin' like a foray
Pop your sneaker bubbles and your North Face

[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Rise to the top, got the cream with him
Makin' it rain like Cream Biggums
Comin' through smellin' like clean linen
Makin' it rain like Cream Biggums

[Verse2: Trilly Trills]
Sarsaparilla in the bourbon, Trilly floatin
All motion, never stop, keep goin'
Jesse Owens, y'all keep tiptoeing
N***a losin' track of the time, Christopher Nolan
Gotta knack of, goin' hard, n***a, catch up
Or maybe pack up, God flow, I could probably start the rapture
Bow down to your master
Uh, Oroku Saki catch a body when I drop a bar
How they claimin' they ill and they never had a cough
We head to the city just to get it poppin' off
Shorty like to blow a tree, so I had to cop a jar
It's real