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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"