The first mixtape from the duo atcreams & Yachtson. Written/recorded in Alabama and California.  All produced and mastered by Yachtson

http://genius.com/Atcreams-yachtson-pour-up-n-pullout-lyrics

LYRICS
[Verse 1: atcreams]
Watch me pour up and pullout
Apple bottom from the south
Only reason she around
So I can pour up and pullout

Hoes, you know be going in and out!

Chilling, rubbing, fucking in the shower
Get my nut in, dipping in an hour
Ain't nothing, loving then I'm out
Finna stuff the oven, my couch
Coming up by hustle, I'm 'bout

I'm back from the dirty deep south
Me and raiden spit flames out the mouth
Run now or we getting kicked out. Of the bleachers
Get caught by either, just not policia
When I see them I be leaving where I'm at
I got reefer and latinas with those bootys that be fat
And they always hit me back
Just ask raiden 'bout his pad, out in Bama that he had

For two months boy when we stayed together
Be too much boy when we rage together
Made too much boy, went suede to leather
Yeah we made it better, when we stayed together
(Creams A T)

[Verse 2: Yachtson]
They didn't think the track would slap the way it did, aye!
I got a nosebleed and you know my blood is thin, aye!
Austin women love me, bitch I'm Clint Eastwood!
We breeded higher and we don't smoke unless it's backwoods!

And WE do not smoke unless it's backwoods
They don't like it when they see us in their neighborhoods

I'm repping MK on my wrist, and on my TV
And your girlfriend fix her hair everytime she sees me

I'm glad I gotta keep these rappers on my list, aye!
I could tell her booty thinking 'bout my fist, AYE!

Mooching when she see us in that 'Cedes
And she know he got it for the low and wanna have his babies, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yah yah!
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye!

[Verse 3: atcreams]
Hand on a pitcher with another where you kneel
230 in the M and I'm finna seal they deal
Georgia peach rear end, no question that it's real
Finna pour up and pull out, and my hand ain't left the wheel!

And if life's what you make it
Then don't fuck with no snake bitch
Boy make sure that you pullout or you might catch a baby!
Have you been pouring up that much lately
Cuz I think your ass might mistake me
For somebody with less money that you could be dating

Pouring up, pulling out, call her up, break her down
If you my honey I'll take you out
Talking pussy to me, wanna smack your mouth
If we hanging out then I'm blacking out
Waking up with you, then I'll take you out
Get you chik-fil-a, give you dick for days
Pour up seperate, pullout separate ways

[Verse 4: atcreams&Yachtson]
Watch me pour up and pull out!
Liquor boy, now watch me drown!
Won't pick her up, won't hit the town!
Sneak Out we don't make a sound!

[Verse 5: Yachtson]
Sneak Out! I Heard they riding on the lowkey!
Beyond the floor is what you don't see
Why everybody in the valley wanna know me
Man I think they're lonely
T-town repping Tony!

[Verse 6: atcreams]
On the radio in the 530
Now watch me flow like I'm fabio

When I, kick it with these bitches, Ralph Maccio
Got 'em rolling with me everywhere I go!

When I dab away, I'm a champ today
You a pour up bitch, no you can't stay!

Take your poor ass home girl, the Uber is waiting
Who the fuck is you girl? We ain't dating!
Hoes get cold, Ima leave them waiting
Night is still young girl, just be patient

Refresh the basics:
Lessons the latest, may sin boy, don't worship satan!
Caught a hater's body put him in the basement
In the shed, JK boy I'll pipe your girl instead

Back of the Benz, poured up some gin, pulled up again!

Pour Up And Pull Out(prod. Yachtson)

The first mixtape from the duo atcreams & Yachtson. Written/recorded in Alabama and California.  All produced and mastered by Yachtson

http://genius.com/Atcreams-yachtson-calibama-anthem-lyrics

LYRICS
[Verse 1: Yachtson]
Imma have to fuckin smoke before I record
Tell the new boy to Check up on the door

Cop knocking fuck boy
You could catch this fade

I been around a bus couldn't stop me
I been around a lot of xan sigmapi


Waves up now the whole world wanna roll tide

[Verse 2: atcreams]
The emotions i envoke in all these honeys they be potent
S'why im hopin that i never open up

We was never datin, so we never broken up
And I never did enough
And either way you look at it both of us is fucked

Watch us Wither way to dust boi down to dirt
S'why I'm so damn down to earth

3 peat in 2 states got me cheesin out like a curd

All i know im trap happy
Got six bitches mad at me
And I beat that mad tabby
Alabama grabbed the natty
Things I miss I list em sadly

3 ratchets and a blunt wrap
J buddah finna hunt that
In 'n' out from the west coast
Made gouda then we finna come back from


Fo co Colorado, drivin wit the mangoscato
Boi you need to bring a bottle, but the money ain't the problem, I just know we drink alotta when we swerving around the potholes

Make no mistake this my life ain't yours to take
Kit kat bar ima break ur face
See a cop car ima hit the brakes
Game of life boi, not a race you just wasting time boi outta place, Raiden take

[Verse 3: Blu Yimmy]

Leaders are followers
Go ahead, listen, follow this
Tell ya boo to come swallow this
Often he spit some college shit

Reckoned to wreck, this shit just on some lawless shit
Still truthful & stupid
Get this verb and deposit it
With this vigor so youthful

I hope this shit isn't wrong, is it?
Connect live across the country, went to pay mom a visit
Told her i been livin, cursin, spittin, killin shit
She said unto me 'boy, get your pharmacy'

[Verse 4: atcreams]
Break it down, break it down
Come a long way cookin eggs with the bacon now
Watch me nay nay stanky leg, ya I'll take u out
Hand up on your hip girl watch it slither down

Will u be my baby daddy and i be like nah
Cuz you can't cook and you can't clean
You'll rob me for what i got
That may not be a lot, but i ain't sharin with no thots
Oh am i sharin all my thoughts
Oh boy just tell me when to stop

You can hate on all our music makin anthems party rock
And boy this shit amusing, he just dont know when to talk
Oh and now im dreamin lucid, think i get it from my pops

530, 205
39 hr drive, thank the lord i have my life
Thanks to ford for my fly ass ride

Fuck what you heard oh why that's right
Oh how obsurd he can rap hes white
I could rule the world if u pass the light
Don't fool a girl she can have the night

Sac the v to the t that's why
Since i could read try to reach the sky
In this blood i bleed be my prayers to god
Not much i need i don't ask alot
Squared up with me know i back it up
Don't fuck with lean since i yaked it up
Used to fuck with me oh what happened cuz
Oh he fucked with me so i cracked him up

Broad day with a knee, how it be
Run up!
So faded in the t, hardly see in front!
Why u askin me see in my trunk?
A t to the creams, yo i been grown up!

Calibama Anthem ft. J Buddha (prod. Yachtson)

*REPOST* Originally posted May 26 2016
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New track by the CA/AL artist atcreams. Track produced and mastered by Yachtson (https://soundcloud.com/yachtson)
*ORIGINAL TRACK* https://soundcloud.com/yachtson/days-at-pacific-motel

*LYRICS*http://genius.com/Atcreams-atcreams-remix-days-at-pacific-motel-prod-yachtson-lyrics
[Chorus: atcreams]
But really I'm just getting mine
No one tell me how to live my life
Driving tripping, having out of bodies
I'm living high while Raiden dipped the lobby

[Verse 1]

I work hard and I play hard, what the fuck do you do
Except lay around on the couch, loafing out
Listen to Tom Brady throw passes, ladies balling out
In their birthday suit

And they don't have to do
Good times that I have, yeah they have them too

On my hands and knees I've been praying for it
Every day, every single morning, for my life
And Adin White, Showed me what's right

I'm an advocate don't drink and drive, but you know this
Don't waster yourself in the moment, keep going
What you believe in, we was on the beach now skiing
You know son

Can't stay to long so now I go son
Fuck with my fam now you a ghost son
I do not cry, I go an roast one

California to the south
Boy you best watch you mouth
Think I just need a sign
Out here tryna get mine

[Verse 2: atcreams]

In this life you live, you get what you give
Don't know about me, I just hit it and dip

You screaming mercy!
It just is what it is when I'm working

Your boy be working extra
So his bitch ain't be regular
I swear it don't stop ringing boy
Please check up on that cellular
Go from here, from hell with ya
Stay in this motel with ya

If you picking up what i'm putting down
Snapchat me now, the exact amount

I put in work under the starlight!
I have been known to break up a bar fight!

Then take a chick home
Stuck in the ghetto
How am I getting my own
Young and toothless
Raiden just get in the zone and I lose!


[Chorus: atcreams]2X
But really I'm just getting mine
No one tell me how to live my life
Driving tripping, having out of bodies
I'm living high while Raiden dipped the lobby

(ATCREAMIX)-Days at Pacific Motel (prod. Yachtson)

https://genius.com/Atcreams-just-at-lyrics
*LYRICS*

[Chorus 1: atcreams]

I saw a lots of honeys I ain't wanna see
I tried to be somebody I ain't wanna be
I work until I fall asleep y'all sleep on me
I'm done with acting funny this is just A T (x2)

[Verse 1]
Suitcase loaded full of ($)Bejians
I make digit move when I ain't patient
I make business out of a vacation
Make money move cuz I chase it

Hope i don't end up Gadafi, 7am in the lobby
Tell them young hoes get up off me, I spend all my money on shopping

I don't fuck around with fast food
I don't fuck around with masked dudes
Yah I fuck with chicks with tattoos
Girl show me what that ass do

Writing and lighting a bit of the gas, knowing that pussy was passed due
Pay for the night cuz I ask you, yah I ask you

Whose got the light gone for a week
Last name b creams first name at
Live in the south moved from the C
Now y'all just seeing me

[Outro]
I Work until I fall asleep y'all sleep on me

I'm done with acting funny this is just at

Just AT

Just AT (prod. Sopha)

https://genius.com/Atcreams-loud-lyrics

*LYRICS*

[Chorus: atcreams]

Lemme see you get loud for an interview
Loud cuz you're killing school, now bitches feeling you, loud
Proud she a centerfold, nah i ain't selling dope
People with them mouths too loud (x2)

[Verse 1]

Get with the gotta go get it or get with the out of my business, listen the edible hitting pray that I finish my sentence

Been a minute now since I hit in n out
So you know we riding in my home town
And the whack shit ain't an accident
I forgot why I'm living down south

How was your trip were you seeing stars
Diamonds on fleet, hold up pause
Talk to my jeweler that's straight from the source
Chains for the 90 cent(%) off

Everybody need a stank bitch
Cuz some time their main chick be on insane shit
And I'm so tired of the same shit so it's time that I change it

Future putting on braces, People smile with two faces
So let's face it, all it takes is loud

[Chrous]
Lemme see you get loud for an interview
Loud cuz you're killing school, now bitches feeling you, loud
Proud she a centerfold, nah i ain't selling dope
People with them mouths too loud (x2)

[Verse 2]

Life ain't the same, ain't shit changed
Did the drive in three but it should have took six days
While y'all play I don't take a sick day
Gold always I like the way it fits me

Yah

I like it how she kiss me back
Fighting come and miss these hands
Riding round 'roound 5th st blacked
Jiggly puff puff pass. The wood

Shorty had an ass so I had to look
E40 in my glass how much cash it took
I'm Fashionable, the way u like to dress u a blasphemer
I swear I think I'll never hear the last from her

Girl u got a bf you could use a man friend
Pretty white girl type I like to put hands in

AR-Tcreams, bring the heat. With no mask
My steel be legal the streets if they ask

Tommy my jacket yah polo my jacket
Yeti my cooler it's stolen it happens

Wake up proseco to go
Float weight but it ain't off the boat
Pray that my neighbors ain't home
So they don't wake up from our smoke

Cremo and SOPHA we both know
Nothing ain't free this ain't bogo
We got the tree by the boat load
Swhy We don't fuck with the popo

Oh no

[Chorus]
Lemme see you get loud for an interview
Loud cuz you're killing school, now bitches feeling you, loud
Proud she a centerfold, nah i ain't selling dope
People with them mouths too loud (x2)

Loud (prod. Sopha)

Everyday interlude (prod. Yachtson)

https://genius.com/Atcreams-grow-cremo-lyrics

*LYRICS*

[Intro: atcreams]

Didn't mean to cut you off,
These fruits is soup, they applesauce
Stop and ask the way to UGA or Georgia State,
Never miss a game, pray that we beat who we play away

[Chorus]

Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow
You ain't let up on the family or the seeds that we sow,
Cuz we sip Sierra Nevada celebrate in the snow,
Never tripping of the progress cuz it's mans mark alone.

Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow
You ain't let up on the family or the seeds that we sow,
Cuz we sip Sierra Nevada celebrate in the snow,
Thank God i found my honey think I found my way home

[Verse 1]

You don't have to waste your time while I wait for mine, 
sweet young son of mine toe the line with your business, 

show up hammered handle liquor, 
hand on honey love her figure, 
figure Is she thickie, 
thank God i got homies with me. 

Went from 10 to 50. Hitting licks to Wristy whipping
from the soil that I'm living, afterlife is just a garden
 
just keep digging. 

A pumpkin patch a party but to some a prison, 
guided by my shining light a prism,
all these angles different, is it written? 
I just look back like a honey glad I did it,

foolish at a party get me started on a mission 
bitch can take some rocks and kick em, 
no hard feelings when I ditch ya 
ass just wasn't in my picture. 

Add some loko with my liquor, 
rinky drink a pitcher With my kinfolk 

you know

[Chrous 2]

Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow Cremo, Grow
You ain't let up on the family or the seeds that we sow,
Cuz we sip Sierra Nevada celebrate in the snow,
Thank God i found my honey think I found my way home

Grow Cremo, Roll Cremo, Blow Cremo, Drough
You ain't let up on the family or the seeds that we sow,
Cuz we sip Sierra Nevada celebrate in the snow,
Never tripping of the progress cuz it's mans mark alone.

[Verse 2]

Tomato tomatoe, I put the brakes on in Tahoe,
that Pentecostal that gospel, that holy green from the pothole.

fuck all this spinning in my head,
wont let the devil stop me yet,
Talk pay talk lettuce by the shed, 
pull out put pedal to the lead

might have some broccoli grinding by my break pads, 
I make bad, decisions while I sleep in tents and take class,
the reasons that I plea the fifth,  they may crash, 
my reputation homie repercussions with the mayflower. 

they fly out in cali but in bama it play child. 

onions is weight,
beware of all them snakes,
chicken with a biscuit 
sunday, aint chik fil a,

risking what I'm working with and all this progress showing,
my gift is sun and time of day to keep the goodness growin. 

Cream OG

Grow Cremo (prod. Ymgrey)

https://genius.com/Atcreams-toast-lyrics

*LYRICS*
[Verse 1: atcreams]

Been gone a while don't think I sane. 
She ain't my girl but now we dating. 
Girl just be patient.  
Ain't left no ho waiting. 

I wish that I stayed. 

Just pushing the pavement, 
and waiting for payments. 

Wasting my time, spending the end of my life, 
doing those things that I like. Never know when I'm gonna die, s'why I don't drive when I drink, smoke when I drive. 
Ariel pink in them thighs. Stink in then dip in the night 

Wondering who is the toast for?
what do you boast for?
on the west coast for.

Bending lanes and making bad habits. 
Safe to say you 
know I been a savage. Break the bank with bread and cabbage. Now I'm bedding baddies

[Verse 2: Ja'chin]

Who is the toast for?
What do you boast for?
On the west coast for glory and all the above
the depths of this world wont show you no love

They say keep it simple, I complicate it
Niggas be talk but don't get vibration
Bend round the corner with super wide angles
Drinking on water, I need contemplation

If I don't get famous, I'll marry a waitress
Charlie Day, I'll still marry a waitress
tell Tony pull them packs out the attic,
I hope that I make it up out the basement

Who is the toast for?
What do you boast for?
On the west coast for glory I'll find it if I get indicted
The light here blinding, I haven't decided, I know 

[Verse 3: atcreams & Ja'chin]

Wondering who is the toast for?
what do you boast for?
on the west coast for.

Playing them just like they let me, 
praying I get me sexy, 
making money with my bestie, 
got some honeys yah she trust me. 

Pot stickers when I'm hungry, 
for lunch Yee I munch me a box-- 
 
--I need my greens off the top
Pushin' a line when they flock
Don't rep when I been on the block

Who is the toast for?
What do you boast for?

[Verse 4: atcreams]

A girl from Mississippi 
who act different in the city, 
got some girls from tennessee, 
one hair brown the other pink. 

She from deep down south and she can work it out,
and I'm from outta town so I can never stay, 
I got 1 hand on the car and 1 hand on your leg

Who is the toast for? 
what do you boast for? 
on the west coast for

[Verse 5: Ja'chin]

Let it breathe one time 
Infamous curses in cursive, my punchline
Thought writing in time,
converse with Gandhi to kill all rap fraudulence

You children audience, I'm on my bullshit
I'm running it all from my pulpit, 
I pray that I stay on my god shit,
I know my team strong like a prophet.


Yeeah, I heard you was boastin' 
Tell em the west coast been making'nem motions
Back of the Party freestylin', promotin
end of the night, you know why we toastin'

Channel Orange, Frank Ocean
Wally World for the chirpin'
Don't talk to the serpent

Thank Mom for my birth, 
My time on this earth &
For this glory, thank god
No pain shall avert me

All these blessings Kinda odd

[Outro: atcreams]

Bk cup full of nada, 
gotta couple bad bitches and they all wearing Prada

Toast ft. Ja'chin (prod. Ymgrey)

UA alerts (interlude)

https://genius.com/Atcreams-reload-lyrics

*LYRICS*

[Verse 1: atcreams]

She smell like Captain Ds from the knee down,
can't breathe, need to leave now. 
Sacrifices standing in the heat how, 

You missing the message, 
harambe God bless him, 
Ima bake a lotta bread and whip in the tesla, 

pray that I don't crash, 
get dome by my dope bag,
I'm broke so I don't brag, 

breaking down them boxes, it's so hopeless
that I'm hopin that I don't pass. Under ungrown grass. 
Bury me in pearls gold and topaz

[Bridge]
Sip my drink, roll my drough, reload

[Verse 2]
Step into the cone zone, wrist on froze, 
bought some Kmart gold for your ho home alone,
hope your stove stay cold
or you gon'

have a lot more payments than those loans like, 
homie turnip up with strobe light, 
homie turn up on your own dime 
cuz I'm going in and getting it for mine,
 
always fine women blowing up my line, 
never tired, never tying knots, 
smoking fire taking shots

[Verse 3]

Cremo with the voss water lemonade,
never stressing, never tripping if I'm getting paid, 
Fronto to the face, cook cookies for the fade, 
Loud loud mo fucker digets made. 

looking thru my peep hole 
'fore I open up my door to evil people. 
Need me beep me, evening free be meet me,
feet be in the ceiling. 

I be sweating in the cut while you be steady catching feelings, heavy dealing with the payments weighing everyday. 
Drive thru Florida skip the Everglades, 

keep the door shut this is business we discussing pay, 
yah I pack the blade since sixth grade,

man I miss them days, 
when we pass out in the hammock while we grilling steaks. 

Can't stay and I must go, 
six shots so i reload, 
Beat made by the France o,
T town to the Chico,

Savage with the prayers life slip right through your fingers, examinations evil, they just making the teachers 
give up on time from they research. 
Reload this back on you speakers, A T

Reload (prod. France Oliver)

A self-contained look at the inner workings of Atcreams from the darkest depths outward

Jason Bourne (prod. Crybaby Cam)

Wanna Know (prod. NateSkates)

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