Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soda , by - DJ Scheme. Release date: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |