Bunten - Kream (Feat Woods, The Mighty) lyrics

Bunten (Verse 1) Look at the flick of that wrist Top dog keep it lit Steady mobbing for the clique We living the life without paying the rent We bout it bout it We bout to make the f**ing room get rowdy Grab a body Pull a shawty Reel her in like hey ho howdy Wa**up My team about the cream We bout to run up Like gat gat Like blat blat We running sh** and we pop hats That's savage You mad b**h And our sh** ain't that average I grab that and I take this We the real sh** No catfish You blacklist and you hate boy Im just bout that cake boy Caucas boy like Oh No Woods and me bout to go pro The whole crew That lethal pack They tight boy like a snap back I flasback from a long break Like everybody say you sound great But I do not feel the same way Till I make it rain On that one day like Whoo Yeah You know that we turnt We hop in the ride and we bout to go skert Yeah that's that work Yo I'm cliqued up and that sh** spray Yo sh** jam on a good day I get paid and i get laid I guess that I got everything I'm blessed uhh Never stress uhh Go get that vest son Blow! Woods, The Mighty (Verse 2) Told my crew I would die for this sh** Everybody wanna ride with the kid Bunten find a beat I vibe with it Use to be up in the garage with it Now we cooking up that dope sh** From a phone booth on my super sh** Spitting out them microwaves Yeah me and my crew we can nuke a b**h And we kicking that ether Yeah Bout to start charging for features Better go check on the meter Yeah we all the way up Never could do this enough Never catch me in a bluff Body the beat get the rug I'm charged up hit the plug You drop sh** you a dud I never go up in the club But I got bangers like I'm into guns You really with the sh** But I got it though we sauced up This is the product I'm so sick Think I need me a hospital Living this life Yeah we living this life But you isn't bout it though One of the funds don't work for the pot of gold We bout to blow like a bomb and you gotta know Yeah I am the Mighty We is the clique And we got the fire Aye no one can deny it Yeah we the new pirates We the new We the new new new clique Coming with the new new sh** You the bottom of the food chain You a god damn sheep an We just got the new new brain You a bootleg You a poop stain You a a too lame Fu fu lame You got no game and.. Uhh