Blac Soda (Freestyle)

Bitch, twist up a eighth, I am zap zap
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 cry she got a muhfuckin' onion
And I'm always on my toes, like a muhfuckin' bunion
Baby we been through these hoes, been through her like a bundle, 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 Nini
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

Bitch, twist up a eighth, I am zap zap
Hmm, what the blunt say?
Seven-eleven, crap
She say she wanna kick it with me, I'mma punt that
Hmm, coochie juicy, I attack her, I 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, ay

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 these people)
Smoke 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?

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