blood soda freestyle lyrics

[Intro: jaydes]
—Thirty racks stuffed in a folder
I ain't never seen gay girls f*ck to bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiefin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, b*tch, you already know, it's Trap—
Ayy, oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-oh-ooh
Oh-oh-ooh

[Verse 1: jaydes]
You guys the only thing keepin' me goin'
Boofin' on goo pack, young n*gga floorin'
Can't even pronounce how a young n*gga flowin'
Can't understand where y'all n*ggas going
Bad yellow b*tch on my di*k and she blowin'
Yeah, down off the Xan', but she keepin' it goin'
Holding my racks, but she keepin' it though
Suck my di*k so good, she say "Wait, I'm goated"
Got LooseLeaf smoke, it keep me goin'
Count my suck up, b*tch already knowin'
She got me tight though, almost lost my focus
All these hoes phony, these new n*ggas posеr
I ain't never seen thirty racks stuffed in a foldеr
I ain't never seen gay girls f*ck to bipolar
Drop blood in my soda, then bend her all over
All over the sofa, I'm chiefin' like Sosa, Trap cult
Trap cult, b*tch, you already know, it's Trap—
Real trap sh*t, b*tch
[Verse 2: yuke]
I told the b*tch, "Leave me alone," 'cause I'm boofin'
Cult in her wrist, yeah, I know she not new to this
Young n*ggas goin' up, and yuke proving it
n*ggas mad as f*ck, yuke and Yen stay doing sh*t
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, totin' on full clip, yeah, funny f*ck n*gga
I'll drive by, hit you on your trunk, n*gga
I'll drive by, hit you and your sl*t, n*gga
Ayy, I caught him lackin' off the bars, ayy
I was geekin' up on Mars too
You shop at Saks, and Zara too
Touchin real pape', I count up blue
Me and Yen, really stuck to the loot
Stuck to the loot like some motherf*ckin' glue
Shoot at the boot, it's snake in my boot
Catch a snake, n*gga, all I know is shoot
sh*t, what do you think? He don't know what to do
Slide with that chop', and my ho goth too
We don't give a f*ck, n*gga, we gon' go slide on you
Pull up ten-deep, n*ggas really hopped out on you
You wanna—, what?

[Outro]
(Finesse cult)