blac soda (freestyle)

bitch

twist up a eighth

i am zap zap

i still got a weed man

don't use no weedmaps

i said i quit fuckin' your hoe

i'm 'bout to relapse

twenty bitches in the back

that's where we at

sleepy off the brown

in my dungeon and i'm cryin'

while i cry she got a muhfuckin' onion

and i'm always on my toes

like a muhfuckin' bunion

baby we been through these hoes

been through her like a bundle

uh

i like my bitches wet and wavy

freaky

long ass tongue like kakey

tweaky

said she'd do it better on her knees

call her knee-knee

internet bitch

she a bird

she tweety

i had to see it

see it for myself

be a

be a shame if that lil' jawn got left

chain in my ring

strawberry but ain't no shortcake

i don't know when i'll be back

lil' bih go check the tour dates

bitch

twist up a eighth

i am zap zap

hmm

what the blunt say?

seven-eleven

crap

she say she wanna kick it with me

imma punt that

hmm

coochie juicy

i attack her

i punch that

hmm

lil' bitch

roll the fuck up

you ain't put on shit

roll the fuck up

lil' bitch

roll the fuck up

you ain't put on shit

roll the fuck up

ayy

think shit just gon' be sweet

huh?

for real though

sick and tired of these muhfuckers coming 'round me tryna smoke all my good shit up

man

smoke yours

nigga

feel me?

straight up

shit nigga anyway

niggas be needing to be smokin' they own shit anyway

don't pass me shit and don't ask me shit

you dig?

ooh-woo

yeah

yeah

yeah

just re-up my product

product

bought lil' baby some brand new prada

south st. louis

she my momma

surprise with sugar

she was just tryna flex the

flat-out

one on one with the bitch like dollar

cup dark like mahershala

lotta you wanna love

drinkin' 1-800

hope my baby make my hotline bling

always 1-800

make you wanna blocka-blocka

drinkin' 1-800

hope my baby make my hotline bling

always 1-800

make you wanna blocka-blocka

drinkin' 1-800

hope my baby make my hotline bling

always 1-800

make you wanna blocka-blocka

brand new watch

barack-a

presidential

perriwinkle purple in my fanta

fanta

damn

too much fanta

lil' bari said too much fanta

i don't beef on carne asada

i don't beat that corn on the cob up

dick like a pistol

never a problem

she callin' me-me-me

big poppa

came from the northside

diamond upped water

woo

so

you learn

the game's a game

yeah

fame is fame

bitch

you're lame

you're lame

took your bitch to beat the chain

quick to drip like p.f. fly

shit

she ate up pistachio-oh-oh-oh-oh

(ay nigga

i was just playing my momma the album

she already decided you

you her new favorite rapper

crazy

them folks from hbo just hit me too

they wanna use some of that new music

i told 'em

cut that motherfuckin' juicy")"