Red & Cream Soda Songtext

Boy, you a snitch and you point fingers
You niggas is fags, fucking for the fame
You put that chopper on me then you better bang it

I throw the rock to you niggas, go put it around you now since you all wanna hang it
I'm thinking 'bout racks, that's it
These niggas, they sitting here throwing they fits
He scared, he telling, he don't wanna sit
No Crisco but we get it popping like zit
We pinpoint that nigga, I pop in his shit
No Purple Rain, I feel like the Prince
The bullets I got don't leave with a print

[?] put on the plain Jane
Boy, your house probably cost you the same thing
Yeah, your bitch is a thot, she a gangbang
I'm overseas like a gangbanger
I walk around letting my nuts hang
Boy, you a snitch and you point fingers
You niggas is fags, fucking for the fame You put that chopper on me then you better bang it

These little niggas is lying, no kidding
They is not having they way with these bitches
Back in high school, I served the midget
I dropped out of school, pursued the vision
Like my wrist heavy, I hardly can lift it
I'm tryna get it, [?]
They can't block the Shyne, no solar eclipse
The clip gon' be empty once I let it spit
Spit on these beats, just to get rich

[?] put on the plain Jane
Boy, your house probably cost you the same thing
Yeah, your bitch is a thot, she a gangbang
I'm overseas like a gangbanger
I walk around letting my nuts hang
Boy, you a snitch and you point fingers
You niggas is fags, fucking for the fame
You put that chopper on me then you better bang it