Lyrics Soda - DJ Scheme, YBN Cordae, Ski Mask The Slump God

Soda

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten
Hold on, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin'
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the
crib
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live»
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry
And by any means that’s necessary
Designer jeans, my hereditary
I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes’ll feel?
Daydreamin' ain’t payin' a bill
Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth, fact, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gonna be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin'
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the
crib (What'd you say? What’d you say Cordae?)
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live» (Okay)
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry (Ayy, ayy, ayy, water)
Don’t even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a navy but your closed eyelids
Feelin' like a menace to Society, I’m Dennis The Menace without sobriety
Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here
To make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s tear)
I ain’t talkin' Rudolph, I’m makin' it rain, dear
Soundin' like I’m Naruto, talkin' about Pain here, uh, uh, uh
She jackin' my beanstalk, get that?
Golden goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh
You niggas need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh
Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Whoo!)
Keepin' it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh
I’ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em
And how to handle the rock like I’m Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, I get like I’m paid, babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I’m Master Splinter
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin' it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the
crib
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live»
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry