Blac Soda (Freestyle)

Part I: "Blac Soda (Freestyle)"

[Verse 1]

Bitch, twist up a eighth. I am zapped zapped

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 cut she got a muhfuckin' onion

And I'm always on my toes, like a muhfuckin' bunion

Baby weavin through these hoes be too hard, I got a bundles, 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

[Verse 2]

Bitch, twist up a eighth. I am zapped zapped

Hmm, where the blunts at

Seven-eleven, crap

She say she wanna kick it with me, Imma punt that

Hmm, coochie juicy, I attack, Hawaiian Punch that, hmm

Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up (Gotta roll your own shit)

You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up (The fuck you thought this shit was 'bout to be?)

Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up

You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up, ayy

[Outro]

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

I'm tired of this Grandpa

That's too damn bad!

Oke 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?

[Interlude: Buddy]

Hey yo what's crackin'? It's your boy Buddy givin' a shout out to Smino grigio in this motherfucka

Part II: "2MuchFronto"

[Intro]

Yeah

Right

Ooh-woo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Just re-up my product, product (Uh)

Bought lil' baby some brand new Prada (Yeah)

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 (Bling)

Always  1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn)

Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)

Always  1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka (Damn)

Drinkin' 1-800, hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)

Always  1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka

[Verse]

Brand new watch, Barack-a, presidential

Perriwinkle purple in my Fanta, Fanta

Damn, too much fronto, lil' Bari said too much fronto (Uh)

I don't beef, don't carne asada (Nah)

I don't beat that corn on the cob up (Nah)

Dick like a pistol, never a problem

She callin' me-me-me, poppa

Came from the Northside, diamond upped water, woo

So, you learn, the game's a game (Yeah)

Yeah, fame is fame (Yeah), bitch, you're lame, you're lame (Yeah)

Took your bitch to P.F. Chang's

Quick to drip like P.F. Fly, shit

She ate up pistachio-oh-oh-oh-oh Breyer's

[Outro: Monte Booker]

Ayy, 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' chizzeck"