Soda Pop

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

Damn

Alright, Mello made it right (Na-na-na-na)

Oh-oh (Na-na-na, oh-oh)

I'm these niggas parents (Na-na-na, oh-oh)

It's apparent (Na-na-na)

I'm these niggas parents (Oh-oh)

It's apparent (Uh)

The Gucci that I'm wearin'

In the McLaren (Oh-oh)

Got all the hoes starin'

And glarin' (Oh-oh)

And glarin'

Uh, uh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'm these niggas parents (Uh-huh)

It's apparent (Uh-huh)

The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-huh)

In the McLaren (Uh-huh)

Got all the hoes starin'

Glarin' and watchin' (Yeah, watch)

Now they wanna cuff me (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah), bitch, you're not a cop, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)

I told her double-cup me (Uh), codeine (Uh), I can't stop, uh (Uh-uh)

Been pourin' up a lot, yeah (Uh)

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)

I told her double-cup me (Uh), codеine, I can't stop, uh (Uh-huh)

Been pourin' up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Let's go, lеt's go)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Red bottoms bleed, uh (Yeah)

Like a murder scene, uh (Yeah)

Like the movie Scream, uh (Yeah)

Like the movie Scream (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a Perc' fiend, uh (Yeah)

Give her Perc' D (Oh yeah)

She got wet dreams (Oh yeah)

Huh, she can't catch me (Oh yeah)

Like a track team, uh

I'ma run to the bands like a athlete (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Too ahead, too ahead, no surpassing (Oh, oh, oh yeah)

I'm in Cali' (Yeah)

I don't smoke Marley, and I don't sniff Sally (Uh-uh)

But I like Percs, and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me ('Cause they work)

Your lil' bird gave my phone a chirp, she gon' twerk for me (That bitch gon' twerk)

Yeah, I like Percs, I like syrup, 'cause they work for me ('Cause they work)

I'ma let 'em do they worst (I'ma let 'em do they worst)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'm these niggas parents (Uh)

It's apparent (Uh-huh)

The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-huh)

In that McLaren (Uh)

Got all these hoes starin'

Glarin' and watchin' (Watch)

Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you're not a cop (You're not a cop)

I told her double-cup me (Uh), codeine, I can't stop, uh (Uh-huh)

Been pourin' up a lot, yeah

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)

I told her double-cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-uh)

Been pouring up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

Pour a bottle of codeine inside the soda pop

And she got Molly and codeine inside the soda pop

We went to Miami just to take a load off, huh

Seen a white bitch do cocaine, it took her nose off

And my codeine top tier

I don't even gotta pop a pill

Got my dawgs with me, you know how that go

Christian Dior from my head to my toes

My first year rich, spent a hundred bands on my clothes

And that's no cap, I got my Porsche in the back

I get my dawg fifty bands, I get a fuck nigga whacked

I'm drinking codeine, I done made it out the trap

Know a lotta niggas hated, and that's a fact

But I made it, I'm a big dog now

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]

I'm these niggas parents (Yeah)

It's apparent (Uh-uh)

The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh, yeah)

In that McLaren (Uh-uh)

Got all these hoes starin'

Glarin' and watchin' (Uh-huh)

Now they wanna cuff me (Yeah), bitch, you're not a cop, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)

I told her double-cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh, uh)

Been pourin' up a lot, yeah (Uh-uh)

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh)

I told her double cup me (Uh), codeine, I can't stop (Uh, uh)

Been pourin' up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)

Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)