Dirty Soda (No Coaster)

Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Dirty, yeah Thirty M's, thirty Uh, dirty soda in the Cola Brand-new coat, brand-new Yeah, I like that shit Uh, dirty soda in a Cola, Minnesota Uh, dirty soda, need a coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Dirty soda in a coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola You know her? [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? She say, "The coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast Keep the tags on my clothes [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] In the kitchen, cooking brack in the ho I grip the 'K, get it brackin' lil' ho You gon' need more than a napkin, ho I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed Acting ratchet with a ratchet ho I need somе brain from a ratchеt ho Slurp on my dick, bitch, Danimals Show me that you a animal [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Shoes, super rarе, VVS, solar flare, uh (Yeah) Chopper like a magic trick, it make 'em disappear, uh (Yeah, yeah) Get it? Crystal clear, realest nigga in the area I've seen some scary niggas, but I'm scarier Bitch, I'm a dawg, Juice WRLD terrier Shoot him in the brain, that look terrible I told his mom, the news was unbearable I will embarrass you, walk in the bank and embarrass you I spent five-thousand on tennis shoes I'ma pull up on his avenue Grrah, grrah, grrah, shoot a few times, yeah, that'll do Live life, ink on my hands, new tattoos Used to do Xans in the back of the classroom Now I'm too rich, off the Percs, feeling radical That shotgun'll tear 'em in half like a decimal .40 with a dick, show you what the erection do Shoot up your section, cardiac-arresting you Taking your revenue That heavy metal will stick you like crackheads sticking to they schedule Only wanna fuck on a bitch if she yellow Used to play the corners like a motherfucking cello, yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Polo G] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? She say, "The coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float (Uh) I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast (Ooh, uh-uh) Keep the tags on my clothes [Verse 2: Polo G] Pull up, new coupe, right in your hood, I'll cruise through Might hit they block with a few troops Bitch, this a Glock, not a deuce, deuce Get off his body, we nailed him, I heard that boy was a loose screw So hot, it ain't shit you could tell him, number-one-trending on YouTube, uh My money longer like Uzi, treat her like a groupie, I do what I want I guarantee she wanna do me, and that's 'cause I'm drippin' in new Saint Laurent Them snakes like to lurk in the grass, so you better be careful when mowing your lawn My homie died, I'm disrespectful, might dig up they mans just to roll up his blunt I look at the opps like a comedy We just say less, let the choppa speak I come from one of the hottest streets 'Cause we don't abide by the policy A bitch nigga play, he get rocked to sleep Now I got blood on my Prada sneaks Takedown Gang, and this Glock was free Reach for this chain, and it's R.I.P., uh-uh [Bridge: Polo G] Money done make lot of thots to me I told my bae, "It's hard not to cheat" Feel like real love an anomaly 'Cause I'm used to loving so toxically It's either that or I'm selfish But I only want your heart, no one else's Knew you was gon' switch up, I felt it Now I'm addicted to drugs, can't help it, uh [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? she say, "the coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast Keep the tags on my clothes [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] Yeah, ball like 2K, shorty This coat, it cost 2K, shorty Kick, push, cracked like Lupe, shorty Spanish girl like Guadalupe, shorty My gun bisexual, I'll shoot your shorty I'm on a pedestal, I got authority These niggas my sons, I need Maury Playin' with my guns, these ain't toys All them day-one homies you claim is day-one, them is not your boys I heard what they was saying when you wasn't in the room, they tryna plot and destroy I go to war with the opps, I pull up on his block, and they watching my missiles deploy Sippin' the syrup while I load up the gun, go berserk, make him jerk like a reject, boy Gucci all over my V-neck, boy My gun a thot, it'll neck that boy FN'll disrespect that boy Yo' lil' bitch erect my boys Fuck her from the back, she making noise Dick in her mouth, can't hear her voice I got the sauce like a packet of soy Pockets be looking just like a morgue [Bridge: Juice WRLD] Bet you've never seen me drip this fucking hard before Bet you've never seen me fuck twenty-three broads before In one night Anything is possible, off of the Molly, I put that on my life Uh, fuck 'em then shoot up a party [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I got dirty soda with no coaster She do coke, no Coca-Cola Where she from? she say, "the coast" She get wetter than a boat That lil' ho gon' do the most In that pussy, I'ma float I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast Keep the tags on my clothes [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] In the kitchen, cooking brack in the ho I grip the K, get it brackin' lil' ho You gon' need more than a napkin, ho I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed Acting ratchet with a ratchet ho I need somе brain from a ratchet ho Slurp on my dick, bitch, Danimals Show me that you a animal