ORANGE SODA (Mixed) lyrics

[Chorus]
b*tch, sit on my face, I attack that (Yeah)
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my b*tch, I'm straight active
Dirtball—smokin' cat p*ss
Lil' b*tch, shut the f*ck up
Tell your best friend, shut the f*ck up, ayy
Lil' b*tch, shut the f*ck up
Tell your best friend, shut the f*ck up, ayy (Ayy, pull up, ayy)

[Verse 2]
My lil' baby low-key a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag
Lil' best friend b*tch tried to press me
I'm that underground n*gga with the check, though
I hate a b*tch that I can't impress
When you come see the crib, you better die, ho
Young n*gga sneakin' in through your side door
Baby Keem, not a wave, I'm a vibe, ho
Seven fig n*gga with the big drip on me (Yeah)
Post on your block with your wish list on me

[Chorus]
b*tch, sit on my face, I attack that
Choose up, lil' junt, I'm finna pack him
When it comes to my b*tch, I'm straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin'—
[Spoken: Laura Les]
Hey, Boiler Room
Hey, we gotta keep going but, uh, you know, we-we got like two more for y'all, so, uh
Hey
Thanks for coming out tonight, okay?