Blac Soda

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[length: 03:34.962]

[Verse 2]

[Outro]

[Interlude: Buddy]

[Intro]

[Chorus]

[Verse]

[Outro]

*****, twist up a eighth. I am zap zap

I still got a weed man, don't use no weedmaps

I said I quit ****in' your hoe, I'm 'bout to relapse

Twenty ******* in the back, that's where we at

Sleepy off the brown, in my dungeon

And I'm cryin' while I cut she got a muh****in' onion

And I'm always on my toes, like a muh****in' bunion

Baby we been through these hoes, been through her like a bundle, uh

I like my ******* wet and wavy, freaky

Long ass tongue like Kakey, tweaky

Said she'd do it better on her knees, call her knee-knee

Internet *****, she a bird, she Tweety

I had to see it, see it for myself

Be a, Be a shame if that lil' jawn got left

Chain in my ring, strawberry but ain't no shortcake

I don't know when I'll be back, lil' bih go check the tour dates

*****, twist up a eighth. I am zap zap

Hmm, what the blunt say?

Seven-eleven, crap

She say she wanna kick it with me, Imma punt that

Hmm, coochie juicy, I attack her, I punch that, hmm

Lil' *****, roll the **** up (Gotta roll your own shit)

You ain't put on shit, roll the **** up (The **** you thought this shit was 'bout to be?)

Lil' *****, roll the **** up

You ain't put on shit, roll the **** up, ayy

Think shit just gon' be sweet, huh?

For real though

Sick and tired of these muh****ers coming 'round me tryna smoke all my good shit up, man

(I'm tired of these people)

Smoke yours, *****

Feel me?

Straight up

Shit ***** anyway, *****s be needing to be smokin' they own shit anyway

Don't pass me shit and don't ask me shit, you dig?

Hey yo what's crackin'? It's your boy Buddy givin' a shout out to Smino, grigio, in this mother****a

Part II: "2MuchFronto"

Yeah

Right

Ooh-woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just re-up my product, product (Uh)

Bought lil' baby some brand new Prada (Yeah)

South St. Louis, she my momma

Surprise with sugar, she was just tryna flex the

Flat-out, one on one with the ***** like dollar

Cup dark like Mahershala

Lotta you wanna love

Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)

Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn)

Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)

Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn)

Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)

Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka

Brand new watch, Barack-a, presidential

Perriwinkle purple in my Fanta, Fanta

Damn, too much fronto, lil' Bari said too much fronto (Uh)

I don't beef, don't carne asada (Nah)

I don't beat that corn on the cob up (Nah)

**** like a pistol, never a problem

She callin' me-me-me, big poppa

Came from the Northside, diamond upped water, woo

So, you learn, the game's a game (Yeah)

Yeah, fame is fame (Yeah), *****, you're lame, you're lame (Yeah)

Took your ***** to P.F. Chang's

Quick to drip like P.F. Fly, shit

She ate up pistachio-oh-oh-oh-oh Breyer's

Ayy, *****, I was just playing my momma the album

She already decided you, you her new favorite rapper

Crazy, them folks from HBO just hit me too

They wanna use some of that new music

I told 'em, "Cut that mother****in' chizzeck"