Trill Butta - Intro

I had to come off the top
I know yo bitch she a bop
Fuck with the click and get pop
Some of my niggas dnt stop
Hold up
I had to come off the top
I know yo hoe she a thot
Fuck w the click and get drop
Most of these niggas they flocks
Hold up
I had to come off the top
Bro got a dick on the glock
I'm on a bar and I'm whopped
I ain't remember the top
But she reminded me bout it next morning
I gotta eat, I get high and get hungry
Been killing these beats I'm surprised I'm not wanted
Nina a freak she gone ride when she horny
Look, I swear to god she a wet ya up
Leave that ass stank like a belly button
All these bitch niggas they Telly tubbies
I seen some shit I ain't telling nothin
All these messy hoes do is just mess it up
We bout to crash girl come wreck with us
She was headfirst giving neck to us
I'm on the grind I ain't letting up
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop,
My album name gone be trillogy
Bitch if you scheme you get popped
My niggas armed like a centipede
I dnt let that hating shit get to me
Craig pulling up in the finity
You and your squad full of circles
Man I swear I peeped symmetry
Ima put on for the fam
Man I swear none of y'all kin to me
In the strip club and my bitch with me I just make her smile she got pretty teeth
Eat her pussy like red beans Cause her pussy pinker than pickle meat
Fuck you whatcha coulda been whatchu shoulda been what you didn't be
Fuck you whatchu shoulda saw whatchu coulda saw whatchu didn't see
Niggas like bitches some of em be friendly, but they all switching up
Whole time he was loyal to her and the whole time she was gettin fucked
Whole time they was sleeping on me I was waking up going make the bucks
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
I had to say it in French
They said that they couldn't hear me
That's why I said it again
I been a goon since the jump
I put the g in begin
We stacking paper all year,
Back to the basics again,
I want the cash, currency, cream and the cheddar you fucked up, y'all split up, bitch get it together
My dude on the court and his glock is his weapon, you reaching he shake it and teach you a lesson,he pull up and pop it he shoot from wherever, come thru with the swish that's the glock with suppressor
You flopping you flocking can't fly in this weather
He plotting we find em we drop em forever
Fuck timing we riding we sliding whenever
Got roxys got Molly suboction whatever
You out it or in it you bout it or scary
You pussy or ratting, you Tom or you jerry
You ducking or quaking you Donald or daffty
You dnt got no bread you got moma and daddy
We riding like harleys and shoot why you lacking
We hop out the van like we scooby and shaggy
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creamé
Bitch this that Cream of the crop
Bitch this that creamé de la creame

Written by:
NyColus Cayette

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