Lyrics to Dirty Ahh Soda
Dirty ahh cup, I got dirty ass soda
Meds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over
Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over
This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola
I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa
Crack all white and the guns like Molars
Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill
Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails
Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here
Serving that hard and it be like seashells
Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail
I got a chill out, it's only 2:30 and I popped two 30s
My car too dirty, and all my bitches be too purty
I want a hot bih cutting up, me and two swerving
Talk 'bout it's too early, I'm tryna make money it ain't too early
He ain't never hop out that back seat, you just like to talk about it
I can't even walk without where I come from, can't even walk without it
I'm playing with baking soda, man used to be serving that baby powder
They prayed and hated on me, still can't believe that I made it out
Still can't believe that I made it out
Still can't believe that I made it out
All the opps they mad as me fuck that I done made it out
Still sliding through the hood, I'm tryna catch mugs hanging out
Dirty ahh cup, I got dirty ass soda
Meds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over
Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over
This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola
I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa
Crack all white and the guns like Molars
Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill
Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails
Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here
Serving that hard and it be like seashells
Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail
Meds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over
Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over
This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola
I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa
Crack all white and the guns like Molars
Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill
Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails
Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here
Serving that hard and it be like seashells
Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail
I got a chill out, it's only 2:30 and I popped two 30s
My car too dirty, and all my bitches be too purty
I want a hot bih cutting up, me and two swerving
Talk 'bout it's too early, I'm tryna make money it ain't too early
He ain't never hop out that back seat, you just like to talk about it
I can't even walk without where I come from, can't even walk without it
I'm playing with baking soda, man used to be serving that baby powder
They prayed and hated on me, still can't believe that I made it out
Still can't believe that I made it out
Still can't believe that I made it out
All the opps they mad as me fuck that I done made it out
Still sliding through the hood, I'm tryna catch mugs hanging out
Dirty ahh cup, I got dirty ass soda
Meds got me fucked up, bitch I'm slumped over
Swing the chop like nun chucks, you get fucked over
This hoe thicker than my soda, two thick bitches in the yola
I ain't had shit but Stofa, I was down bad trapping on cuh sofa
Crack all white and the guns like Molars
Auntie in here geeked up off an E pill
Dump a stack in the mailbox, call it emails
Finna have three lambos by the time Lil 3 here
Serving that hard and it be like seashells
Hop out, hit a cuh I ain't tryna see jail
