Big Shot Cream Soda Lyrics by $uicideboy$ & Shakewell from SHAMELESS $UICIDE is a newly released English song produced by Budd Dwyer. The latest song Big Shot Cream Soda lyrics are written by Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou & Shakewell. The song was published on 15th February 2023.
Big Shot Cream Soda Song Details:
| Song: | Big Shot Cream Soda |
| Album: | SHAMELESS $UICIDE |
| Singer(s): | $uicideboy$ & Shakewell |
| Produced by: | Budd Dwyer |
| Written by: | Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou & Shakewell |
| Label: | G*59 Records |
Big Shot Cream Soda Lyrics
You did good, $lick
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I’m noddin’ off
I get to this money, count these hunnids, then I blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I’m noddin’ off
I get to this money (Yeah), count these hunnids, then I blow it off
Bitch, I put down the heroin and picked up all these bitches
But both the dope and the hoes always in my ear hissin’
I’m a ghost, the whole globe peel off in a Phantom, driftin’
Decisions damagin’ my image
Picture me ridin’ into the horizon, throwin’ up sixеs
From a shed in the yard to hirin’ guards (Throw it up, .45)
Snow Leopard still right off of St. Bеrnard at the hornet’s nest
All my bitches born again
All I gotta say to my partners is, “Of course” and “When?”
Generation*59, drip a drop of acid in my mind’s eye
Now I’m thinkin’ everything is tie-dye, Wock’ up in a Mai Tai
All this ice on my neck, why would I fly?
Make a bitch wet, but maybe I’ll just leave her high and dry
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I’m noddin’ off
I get to this money, count these hunnids, then I blow it off
Got this big drank, big syrup, I just poured a little soda in it
Doctors be on top of me, they prolly worried ’bout my kidneys
Who you kiddin’? Never stop, it’s B-J-T-S to the top
I pull her weave when shorty bop, I bob and weave until he knocked
1-8-7 on your block, it’s just another homicide
You was feelin’ safe and warm until I let that chopper slide
Hellpup sick ’em, kill ’em all, I drown in downers ’til I fall
I’m blackin’ out in bathroom stalls, I’m always on that break the law
Wakin’ up to Satan’s call, God be on the other line
Poppin’ pills until I’m gone, I’ll call him back another time
Rappin’ easy, spittin’ facts, now go and put that shit on wax
Trappin’ harder, that’s a fact, but both ’em got them snakes and rats
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I’m noddin’ off
I get to this money, count these hunnids, then I blow it off (7th Ward)
I went from, “Lemme rest in peace,” to “Let me flex in peace”
Playin’ Russian roulette with them pressed thirties
Gold cross on the revolver, Devil’s hand on the grip
Holy Water in my ‘script so I get blessed as I sip
Sony want my Sig (Nawf), that’s gon’ cost a Urus (Side)
Shawty want my kid (Nawf), that’s gon’ cost a jurist (Side)
Sage match the Benz (Nawf), both them bitches German (Side)
You know what it is (Nawf), I’m Grey until the furnace (Side)
Told my bitch, “Go shoppin'” and she brought me back a draco
Actin’ like they Grey but they ain’t gang unless I say so
SHAMELESS $UICIDE, this shit deeper than a K hole
Feel like Hillary with all these killers on my payroll
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it off
.45, put it to your brain and then we blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, pour it in my cup and then I’m noddin’ off
I get to this money, count these hunnids, then I blow it off
.45, blow it off
.45 (It’s a smash), blow it-blow it
Dirty Sprite, noddin’ off
I get to this money, hunnids, blow it off