Soda (feat. Take A Daytrip)

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
 D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (hold on, huh)
 I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
 I've 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
 I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
 I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery
 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 niggas growin' up prematurely
 But fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried
 Hopped up off the porch at like 13
 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 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
 I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
 I've 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
 I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
 I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery
 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 niggas growin' up prematurely
 But fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried
 Hopped up off the porch at like 13
 Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
 (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)
 Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
 Like a navy but your 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 nigga 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-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-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 pussy, shovel over the kitty litter
 Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (uh)
 I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
 I've 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
 I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
 I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery
 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 niggas growin' up prematurely
 But fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried
 Hopped up off the porch at like 13
 Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
 If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him
 Fuck the police and fuck George Zimmerman
 Just told M1 he the new Timbaland
 Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
 Good kid from a mad city, no minivan
 Love a fat ass, but really, I'm a titty man
 Hit the strip club, spent at least about 50 bands
 Fuck all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Dan
 Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't fuck 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 fucking bad, buy her double C's
 I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
 I've 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
 I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' it
 I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery
 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 13
 Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry