Soda

So I'm rapping like a star, and I'm strapped like I'm Art
And I know that I'm a dart, hit yo bitch right in the heart
Keep it sharp like a pen, give a fuck bout where you been
You ain't lit, you just dim
We all lit cuz I am a fire flame, can't be tamed
I don't even know her name
In that damn like a beaver, in that beaver like damn
Kill it, kill it like my flow, I don't even need a target
Homie said he said he wanted beef, took em to the market
Get some, Kenan Kel
I need orange soda,
Home of the good burger let me take your order
Take her to the telly
Feeling like I'm Andy Milonakis in the club with these bees on my head
Said I'd do it so I proved it, beg your pardon
You don't want the smoke you get smoked like a cartridge
I been getting brain I'm so smart, you's a narc
So Imma keep it low like a library quiet
High as a motherfucking plane in the sky
I don't think they know that this thing is do or die
I don't think they know
I don't even care cuz I know they got to go
Going so sick cus we never playing games less the game's with your sister
Took her to the crib now we naked playing twister
Scored, now I'm bored, she want more, might ignore
But she nice and my type, sticky icky like rice no Jerry
She wanna be near me
And she catch the balls
Like a San Francisco 49er Imma go hard
She gon go hard
Everytime I wanna leave she make it so hard
I don't wanna wife you
Just wanna one night you
I don't wanna fight you
I just wanna pipe you
I just wanna know
Are you down to stay or will you go
I just wanna know
I just wanna know

Bitches on my
You ain't even on this level though
I'm just in this bitch you know you fold like a tablecloth
AMB, on top, Chevy truck, never stop
I don't even rap but it gets wrapped like a present brah



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Writer(s): Nicholas Ross
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