Sour Cream and Cheese

Lyrics

[Intro] (P-Will) I ain't even feel like rappin' today I got up out the bed for my nigga Bando, man Real nigg— Kasher Quon Let's go He like, bro, I need you in the stu' Say less, I'm on my way (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse 1] I just bought a zip and rolled two grams in a fronto leaf Just got that from YouTube, that is not your beat You just took a pic' for Instagram, that is not your cheese [?] some fire cookie, bitch, I'm smokin' on Hercules (Fire) I just scammed a lame-ass nigga on his anniversary (Lame) And I picked this lil' bitch up and made her swipe for me Nigga just paid me for a feature and want me to write it His bitch just sent her address, now I'm 'bout to type it in And I just told the engineer to punch me in This bitch just called a nigga phone and told me she bringin' a friend A nigga just paid me for a feature and gave me a band My cousin just rolled up a Backwood, it was a gram I just saw a fiend overdose off a gram Broke-ass nigga at the store tryna sell bags And I heard his bitch at the beauty supply tryna steal weed I just went to sleep and my brother stole all my weed Now I'm finna break into a dispensary and steal all they weed Broke-ass nigga in the crib eatin' sour cream and cheese Let me hear it from the top [Verse 2] I just made a Cash App screenshot from Photoshop I thought the lil' bitch had an ass, but it was Photoshopped Dawg lame as hell, that lil' nigga, he a mall cop (Lame) I just got chased in the mall by a mall cop And I fucked a ratchet-ass bitch with a tongue ring Now I'm finna shoot a video in front of a green screen And I just cut into my mans for drinkin' green lean I just scammed a tall-ass nigga that look like Yao Ming This bitch irritatin', keep askin' me, "Can I buy love [?]?" I'm finna fuck this bitch in a car in the backseat I just had to pull the K out the backseat 'Cause I had a dream that a nigga tried to rob me This bitch just showed me her purse, it was empty A nigga just showed me a Runtz pack, but it was empty I'm tryna pull up on my haters in a Bentley I'm finna fuck this bitch, then I'ma move to Mississippi Broke-ass nigga in the crib eatin' TV dinners I'm finna fuck this bitch and I'ma buy her two TV dinners And I rolled up a Backwood, now I got a splinter This bitch just sent her address, now I gotta get her (I'm on my way)