[Verse 1: atcreams]
Fall 2015 I been f**ed with some srat b**hes
Spring 2016 finna cop me a couple more racks b**hes
Fall 2015 smooch been f**ed with some whack b**hes
Spring 2016 finna s** him a couple more sack b**hes
530 to the 205, damn near died when I made that drive
Thank god im still alive, boy your savior has arrived
Ain't no young creams rap for hire
Lil b is your ghostwriter, And it still ain't even fire
Me and raiden breeded higher
Smoochie season ain't a buyer
A a tcreams and raiden been playing
We'll say it you hated these boys
Since voa made it, to top 8 of the day
And we stay up, never restrain on a basic, pay us respects
Cuz I've been living in the dirty south
But the 530 ain't left
Don't know why i waste my breath
I remember how you was when i left
Try to f** with this profit boy and you won't make project. And no this don't be not problem
Because the people you got em and then you lost them
And the verses you rob em
And you bend up and back from the bottom
And yoy can get back, back to knobbing
These mcs, who pay us respect
While smoochie lay on his back
Do this dude even rap
Ima sit down laugh, about that