Dirty Soda Junkie

Lyrics

[Intro: L.O.E Shimmy] Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you? (It's raw when you need cash only) Man, uh, uh, uh, it's drivin' me crazy Yeah, man (Man, shit, man) Uh (We done killed that boy beat, Vince, ain't gon' lie, it dead) Yeah, uh [Verse 1: L.O.E. Shimmy] Once I woke up, went straight to the trap, forgot to make my bed (Forgot) I can hit the booth, go off the head, boy, I just need my meds (I can) Lil' bitch took a look inside my cup, thought I was bangin' red (Yeah) Only traffic if it's hundred-plus, just tryna duck the feds (On God) Zoe gon' hold the spot down when I'm gone, that dope right in the shed Claimin' shit I zipped, don't give me cred', I'm the onе that took his head (Shh) Want Givenchy boots, Celinе instead because I love her head (I love her head) Uh, niggas think they bullets, all this lead, that Drac' knock off his dreads (Frrt) Percocets and drank, I don't need no honey, dirty soda junkie (Uh) Even though I sent lil' sis some money, still'll store her bunky (Still'll store her bunky) How the fuck Lil' Shimmy get all this money? Trap house jump like bunny (How the fuck, L.O.E Shimmy?) Yeah (Uh, uh) I love whippin' pies, turn one to ten, get splats and switch the VIN (Yeah, yeah) Every time that my phone ring, ten or better, got loads for the band (Uh) I put buttons on like any Gen, my switch just like a trend (Frrt) After I fuck, she might just tell her friend, this lil' bitch just a fan [Verse 2: Veeze] I done smoked too much exotic strand, damn near out of breath My double cup a heavy price tag, lil' bro, watch your step Pour a six, take it to the gut like I work on abs Hundred bands, boy, that ain't no money, don't even make me laugh Rich just like a white man, used to be a clown in class This lil' bitch a huge fan, but she don't want no autograph Let's just mix the red with the Wock' just like science class My bitch want Chanaynay bags, she think Gucci trailer trash I'm a fuckin' money addict, drank my only lazy habit You a tacky dressin'-ass nigga, need some fashion lessons I'm an old trappin'-ass nigga, still vacuum seal it Bro'nem still grave diggin', throw a Draco at you Fanta on me dirty, lil' bastard need a laundromat Catch me out leanin' out in public like I'm down a leg Freaky ho, she wan' play schoolgirl, give me college head Told you this the ten-or-more phone, boy, don't call me back