Cream Letra

Pull up to the city like a pop-up

Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun
So the ho come treat me like an object
Joel Embiid, you can see the process
No envy, niggas not oppers
These niggas argue with theyself (Ayy)
Ain’t even got stripes on they belt

She's— (Sapjer, hahaha)
Me and my niggas, we needin' a milli' a piece
Niggas deceased
How you so real, but you come for the weak?
[Foot in your back ?] left the [?] in your streets
Your bitch is back and she comin' petite
Came for that bag, I ain't come to compete
Damn, bitch, you bad, when you comin' to me?
Plug got a play, and the weed, he
Let that boy stank, now he shitty
These bitches icky, call her Vicky
Think I take pictures, I got models with me
Alcoholic bitches, got bottles with me
Heard what you said, but it's cap like a fitted
Shots in her ass and got plastic her titties
These niggas jealous, and no, I ain’t kiddin’
She stay on the soaps, Perc' ain’t kickin'
Hope you got the whole gang with you
How you live alone? 'Cause you used to lame niggas
Too sad, man, I can't race bitches
In the ear, told a ho, "Play this"
And I bet that bitch gon’ listen
Close range, ain't never gon' miss
I'm Jordan and my Glock Pippen

In my trap, I think I got one
If you count favors, nigga, that's not love
Wait, one second, I'm not done
Pull up to the city like a pop-up
In my trap, I think I got one
If you count favors, nigga, that's not love
Wait, one second, I'm not done
Pull up to the city like a pop-up

Ain't fuckin' that bitch if she not fun
So the ho come treat me like an object
Joel Embiid, you can see the process
No envy, niggas not oppers
These niggas argue with theyself (Ayy)
Ain't even got stripes on they belt

Hahaha