Soda Lyrics

[Intro: Cordae, Nessly, & Yung Bans]
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Hold on, uh

[Chorus: Cordae]
I got a duffel 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, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

[Verse 1: Cordae]
And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary
I f*cked 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 f*ck it up, get back
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Cordae & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I got a duffel 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, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say Cordae?)
I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay)
I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck 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, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a knee, but you closed eyelids (Closed)
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 (Rain)
Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (Huh), 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 (Woo)
Keepin' it with the nat-nats, uh, uh, uh
I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em
On how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Get it)
Hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Bitter)
Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Shit on the p*ssy, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (Uh)
[Chorus: Cordae]
I got a duffel 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, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

[Verse 3: Cordae]
If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him
f*ck the police and f*ck George Zimmerman
Just told M1 he the new Timbaland
Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a m.A.A.d city, no minivan
Love a fat ass, but really, I'm a titty man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about fifty bands
f*ck all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Dan
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't f*ck with me
I'm a winner, you a runner-up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some niggas off, now I'm sucker-free
My bitch, she's so f*cking bad, buy her double C's

[Chorus: Cordae]
I got a duffel 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, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know niggas growin' up prematurely but f*ck it, nigga, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

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