Cream Soda

Yo
'Out for lunch'
Uh, uh

Cream soda, Prada loafer
New chauffeur with the big doja
Sniffing coca on the regular
I'm chilling on another nebula
& man my cellular's still ringing
& I never pick it up unless it's talking money
My brain's funny and my nose runny
(sniff)
& you won't get nothing from me unless it's kind words
& if you peep the way I'm living say it's absurd
Yeah you're just a dumb nerd
I herd sheep in the night when I creep
& you've really been asleep
While I been plotting on this jeep
New velvet in my dope helmet
I rhyme stoned rhinestone like Elvis
When I break pelvis
And you can smell this, the fresh leather
I'm in the waterproof headwear for the wet weather
Forever ever
Three stacks, hair back, get that, spend that, ten bags
& then do that shit all again
Like I do this shit to win
& if I pulled a madness then it was my evil twin
& I'm really tryna live, where the sun shine's daily
& I think I might've put a few pills in my Bailey's
Woah baby
Sunset yellow I said hello
My button's undone like my name was Martello
Play the cello
To your bitch, & best believe I never switch
I wanna quit music
& just try my luck at getting rich
You see my hopping on the space shuttles
See me wearing all designer
But my shit remains subtle
I'm not humble
There's no filter
You can peep it when I move, that I'm off-kilter
Yes sir
It's the Hennessy drinker
The dark thought thinker
Underwater bandit
The submarine sinker
Your whole style I can see through
I'm only living 'cos I need to

(Outro)
Like
Who the flying fuck are you?
What do you do
Like what's in you?
Who the flying fuck are you?
Like what do you do?
Uh, what's in you?
C, L
Fuckin' yeah, right?
Uh