Soda
Dj Scheme
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DJ SCHEME


Soda Lyrics (feat. Ski Mask The Slump God, Take A Daytrip & Cordae)

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Hold on, uh

I got a duffle 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, 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 jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga 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

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

I got a duffle 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, 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 jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say Cordae?)
I said, "f*ck this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay)
I know nigga 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, water)

Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a navy but your closed eyelids
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 a 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 (Whoo!)
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 (Get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, I get like I'm paid, 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

I got a duffle 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, 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 jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga 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

If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him
f*ck the police and f*ck George Zimmerman
Just told M1 heat a new Timberland
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

Duffle 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, 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 jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "f*ck this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga 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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