Dirty Soda Junkie lyrics

[Intro: L.O.E Shimmy]
Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck got into you? (It's raw when you need cash only)
Man, uh, uh, uh, it's drivin' me crazy
Yeah, man (Man, sh*t, man)
Uh
(We done killed that boy beat, Vince, ain't gon' lie, it dead)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Once I woke up, went straight to the trap, forgot to make my bed (Forgot)
I can hit the booth, go off the head, boy, I just need my meds (I can)
Lil' b*tch took a look inside my cup, thought I was bangin' red (Yeah)
Only traffic if it's hundred-plus, just tryna duck the feds (On God)
Zoe gon' hold the spot down when I'm gone, that dope right in the shed
Claimin' sh*t I zipped, don't give me cred', I'm the onе that took his head (Shh)
Want Givenchy boots, Celinе instead because I love her head (I love her head)
Uh, n*ggas think they bullets, all this lead, that Drac' knock off his dreads (Frrt)
Percocets and drank, I don't need no honey, dirty soda junkie (Uh)
Even though I sent lil' sis some money, still'll store her bunky (Still'll store her bunky)
How the f*ck Lil' Shimmy get all this money? Trap house jump like bunny (How the f*ck, L.O.E Shimmy?)
Yeah (Uh, uh)
I love whippin' pies, turn one to ten, get splats and switch the VIN (Yeah, yeah)
Every time that my phone ring, ten or better, got loads for the band (Uh)
I put buttons on like any Gen, my switch just like a trend (Frrt)
After I f*ck, she might just tell her friend, this lil' b*tch just a fan
[Verse 2: Veeze]
I done smoked too much exotic strand, damn near out of breath
My double cup a heavy price tag, lil' bro, watch your step
Pour a six, take it to the gut like I work on abs
Hundred bands, boy, that ain't no money, don't even make me laugh
Rich just like a white man, used to be a clown in class
This lil' b*tch a huge fan, but she don't want no autograph
Let's just mix the red with the Wock' just like science class
My b*tch want Chanaynay bags, she think Gucci trailer trash
I'm a f*ckin' money addict, drank my only lazy habit
You a tacky dressin'-ass n*gga, need some fashion lessons
I'm an old trappin'-ass n*gga, still vacuum seal it
Bro'nem still grave diggin', throw a Draco at you
Fanta on me dirty, lil' bast*rd need a laundromat
Catch me out leanin' out in public like I'm down a leg
Freaky ho, she wan' play schoolgirl, give me college head
Told you this the ten-or-more phone, boy, don't call me back