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Soda (Explicit) - DJ Scheme/Cordae/Ski Mask The Slump God/Take A Daytrip
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme lil' b***h
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten
Hey
Hold on uh
Cordae：
I got a duffel bag full of cash n***a
And I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on s**t
Had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas
But s**t handlin' business
I like my b***hes bad with a fat a*s
I'll be d**ned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry
N***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said f**k that s**t let's head to the mall
'Cause we young huh gotta live
I know n***as growin' up prematurely
But f**k it n***a I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
Cordae：
And by any means that's necessary designer jeans my hereditary
I f**ked 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**k it up get back
All these other n***as 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
Hold on uh
I got a duffel bag full of cash n***a
And I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on s**t
Had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas
But s**t handlin' business
I like my b***hes bad with a fat a*s
I'll be d**ned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry
N***as couldn't ever leave the crib
What'd you say
What'd you say Cordae
I said f**k that s**t let's head to the mall
'Cause we young huh gotta live
Okay
I know n***as growin' up prematurely
But f**k it n***a I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
Ayy-ayy-ayy ayy-ayy-ayy water
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 b***h back uh uh uh
You n***as 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
S**t on the p***y shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit I'm Master Splinter
Hold on uh uh
Cordae：
I got a duffel bag full of cash n***a
And I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on s**t
Had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas
But s**t handlin' business
I like my b***hes bad with a fat a*s
I'll be d**ned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry
N***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said f**k that s**t let's head to the mall
'Cause we young huh gotta live
I know n***as growin' up prematurely
But f**k it n***a I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry
Cordae：
If a n***a ever talk s**t I'ma finish him
F**k the police and f**k George Zimmerman
Just told M1 he the new Timbaland
N***as switched up on me Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a mad city no minivan
Love a fat a*s but really I'm a titty man
Hit the strip club spent at least about fifty bands
F**k all the bulls**t I'm the real Dirty Dan
Ayy what you need
You a centipede you can't f**k with me
I'm a winner you a runner-up Mike Huckabee
Luckily cut some n***as off now I'm sucker-free
My b***h she's so f**king bad buy her double C's
Hold on uh
Cordae：
I got a duffel bag full of cash
N***a and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on s**t
Had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n***as that's for certain killas
But s**t handlin' business
I like my b***hes bad with a fat a*s
I'll be d**ned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry
N***as couldn't ever leave the crib
I said f**k that s**t let's head to the mall
'Cause we young huh gotta live
I know n***as growin' up prematurely
But f**k it n***a I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n***as I ain't scurry