Cream Soda (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Turn that bitch 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 nigga down with that big [?], I brought the fan out
Kil-Tec gon' put his ass to sleep, we brought the Xans out
I couldn't even lie, bitch, I don't even look right where my hand out
Got a Cali' plug, he throwin' bows, this shit 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 bitch
Crack open a pint and po' a four, that's from two to six
He always was tough, so we gon' wack him when the courts close
Ballin' like my nigga, I got the Cullinan in sports mode
Black and white, sixes, Forgios look like Oreos
We gon' get him dropped for likе two racks, that's a story post
I be talkin' crack on all these bеats, I got Bobby on it
Bro be always schemin', sold a Glock with a body on it
She be always fienin', suck my dick, 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 bitch hit like a loaded gun
Speedin' in that Wraith, ain't catch a case 'cause I throw the gun
Skrrt, ooh
I went to Twinkies
Only thing them niggas 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 shit goin' nigga
Talkin' this shit [?] fuck
[?] can't fuck with me, nigga
Rob [?]
Uh, uh