Blood in My Soda

Hold up, hold up, everyday, bitch, I'm coked up
Needed to get that motivation to go and blow up
Everybody's speakers when they hear it and they bros up
When I ain't got no codeine, I'm pouring blood in my soda

Hold up, hold up, everyday, bitch, I'm coked up
Needed to get that motivation to go and blow up
Everybody's speakers when they hear it and they bros up
When I ain't got no codeine, I'm pouring blood in my soda

No luck, no tucks, backwards smoking goes up
Smoke alarms go off in the dark
Dogs start barking where's my holster?
Broke up, so tough, now you know how it goes, huh?
Now you know how it feels to go each day bein' a loner

Never look over my shoulder, never be in my corner
Dropping these tapes like back to back
But nothing ever get doper, if I said it
Then I meant it, and fuck no I don't regret it
I know you take one look at me and your heart feel weird resentment

Boy, I don't wanna see no faces unless their last name is Franklin
A hundred in my wallet my pants feelin' like they can't take it
They hate that I might (blow up)
I'm hoping that they (show up) to my shows and drop
Down to their knees, so I can look at them and say

Hold up, hold up, everyday, bitch, I'm coked up
Needed to get that motivation to go and blow up
Everybody's speakers when they hear it and they bros up
When I ain't got no codeine, I'm pouring blood in my soda

Hold up, hold up, everyday, bitch, I'm coked up
Needed to get that motivation to go and blow up
Everybody's speakers when they hear it and they bros up
When I ain't got no codeine, I'm pouring blood in my soda



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Marcel Ramirez
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