Soda (Explicit)

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