Dirty Sprite lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty

[Verse 1: Hoodrat Spice]
Beans in my pocket, bout to pop it
Swerve non-stopping, I said "Drop it"
b*tch was scared to roll at first and now she motherf*ckin' want it
Never get caught, never flaunting
I'm always in my best [?]
I'm never chasin', never stallin'
Phone for the clients, I was calling
I pack a [?] and then dip in a [?]
The 80s back
On yo b*tch, shе looking like a worm
Never slanging in thе club
Only f*cking with the block
Yo b*tch tryna cause a fight, I got that G3 c*cked
Set fire to the trap, got a ho stash sh*t
151 poppin', dudes [?] with they b*tch
Count that K all day
Hit a player with that K
Just tryna push a hard line
Tryna cash a little faith
Don't play, hey, I'll regulate
b*tch, you ain't got a lot to anticipate
All you b*tches tryn' do, bring [?] is [?]
Don't step no b*tch, now walk this way
Call me Conrad motherf*ckin' Murray
I'll drag your b*tch and take her [?] in a f*cking hurry
We got this loud popin'
We've been getting real lit
40 ounce, 47 in a whole f*cking zip
No, I never tip, I just dine and ditch
I keep a fine b*tch, your b*tch Lilo and Stitch
[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty

[Verse 2: Yung Kitt Katt]
Thirsty b*tch? [?] something instead
Trap pizza mobbin', taking liquor to the head
I make cash though, I'm about my bills
I'll do anything to get it, even pushing pills
I'm cooking in the kitchen at the traphouse
Product's [?] up, somebody spray the [?]
Making millions like I won the Lotto
I'm going dumb, sippin' out the bottle
This sh*t crazy, man ain't depressive
My trap game is quite impressive
I'm at the club, b*tches twerking on me
f*ck outta here, you a phony homie
I get chips, no Lay's doe
And my night ho, and my day ho
Got a bay ho, and she do it right
When we in the club, sippin' all night
[Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
b*tches so thirsty, b*tches so flirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty
Dirty, dirty
On a couple beans and that Sprite real dirty