Smino - Blac Soda (Freestyle) lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - Blac Soda Freestyle lyrics]
Bitch, twist up a eighth i am zapped zapped
I still got a weed man, don't use no weedmaps
I said I quit fuckin' your hoe
I'm 'bout to relapse
Twenty bitches in the back
That's where we at
Sleepy off the brown, in my dungeon
And I'm cryin' while I cut
She got a muhfuckin' onion
And I'm always on my toes
Like a muhfuckin' bunion
Baby weavin through these hoes be too
Hard, I got a bundles, uh
I like my bitches wet and wavy, freaky
Long ass tongue like Kakey, tweaky
Said she'd do it better on her knees
Call her knee-knee
Internet bitch, she a bird, she Tweety
I had to see it, see it for myself
Be a, Be a shame if that lil' jawn got left
Chain in my ring
Strawberry but ain't no shortcake
I don't know when I'll be back
Lil' bih go check the tour dates
Bitch, twist up a eighth i am zapped zapped
Hmm, where the blunts at seven-eleven, crap
She say she wanna kick it with me
Imma punt that hmm, coochie juicy, I attack
Hawaiian Punch that, hmm
Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up
(Gotta roll your own shit)
You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up
(The fuck you thought this shit
Was 'bout to be?)
Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up
You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up, ayy
Think shit just gon' be sweet, huh?
For real though sick and tired of these
Muhfuckers coming 'round me
Tryna smoke all my good shit up, man
I'm tired of this Grandpa
That's too damn bad! Oke yours, nigga
Feel me? Straight up
Shit nigga anyway
Niggas be needing to be smokin'
They own shit anyway
Don't pass me shit and don't ask me shit
You dig?
Hey yo what's crackin'? It's your
Boy Buddy givin' a
Shout out to Smino grigio in this motherfucka
Part I I: "2MuchFronto"
Yeah right
Ooh-woo yeah, yeah, yeah
Just re-up my product, product
Bought lil' baby some brand new Prada
South St louis, she my momma
Surprise with sugar
She was just tryna flex the
Flat-out, one on one with
The bitch like dollar
Cup dark like Mahershala
Lotta you wanna love drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
(Damn) drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
(Damn) drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
Brand new watch, Barack-a, presidential
Perriwinkle purple in my Fanta, Fanta
Damn, too much fronto
Lil' Bari said too much fronto
I don't beef, don't carne asada
I don't beat that corn on the cob up
Dick like a pistol, never a problem
She callin' me-me-me, poppa
Came from the Northside, diamond upped water
Woo so, you learn, the game's a game
Yeah, fame is fame, bitch, you're lame
You're lame took your bitch to PF chang's
Quick to drip like PF fly, shit
She ate up pistachio oh oh oh oh Breyer's
Ayy, nigga
I was just playing my momma the album
She already decided you
You her new favorite rapper
Crazy, them folks from HBO just hit me too
They wanna use some of that new music
I told 'em, "Cut that motherfuckin' chizzeck"
I still got a weed man, don't use no weedmaps
I said I quit fuckin' your hoe
I'm 'bout to relapse
Twenty bitches in the back
That's where we at
Sleepy off the brown, in my dungeon
And I'm cryin' while I cut
She got a muhfuckin' onion
And I'm always on my toes
Like a muhfuckin' bunion
Baby weavin through these hoes be too
Hard, I got a bundles, uh
I like my bitches wet and wavy, freaky
Long ass tongue like Kakey, tweaky
Said she'd do it better on her knees
Call her knee-knee
Internet bitch, she a bird, she Tweety
I had to see it, see it for myself
Be a, Be a shame if that lil' jawn got left
Chain in my ring
Strawberry but ain't no shortcake
I don't know when I'll be back
Lil' bih go check the tour dates
Bitch, twist up a eighth i am zapped zapped
Hmm, where the blunts at seven-eleven, crap
She say she wanna kick it with me
Imma punt that hmm, coochie juicy, I attack
Hawaiian Punch that, hmm
Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up
(Gotta roll your own shit)
You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up
(The fuck you thought this shit
Was 'bout to be?)
Lil' bitch, roll the fuck up
You ain't put on shit, roll the fuck up, ayy
Think shit just gon' be sweet, huh?
For real though sick and tired of these
Muhfuckers coming 'round me
Tryna smoke all my good shit up, man
I'm tired of this Grandpa
That's too damn bad! Oke yours, nigga
Feel me? Straight up
Shit nigga anyway
Niggas be needing to be smokin'
They own shit anyway
Don't pass me shit and don't ask me shit
You dig?
Hey yo what's crackin'? It's your
Boy Buddy givin' a
Shout out to Smino grigio in this motherfucka
Part I I: "2MuchFronto"
Yeah right
Ooh-woo yeah, yeah, yeah
Just re-up my product, product
Bought lil' baby some brand new Prada
South St louis, she my momma
Surprise with sugar
She was just tryna flex the
Flat-out, one on one with
The bitch like dollar
Cup dark like Mahershala
Lotta you wanna love drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
(Damn) drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
(Damn) drinkin' 1-800
Hope my baby make my hotline bling (Bling)
Always 1-800, make you wanna blocka-blocka
Brand new watch, Barack-a, presidential
Perriwinkle purple in my Fanta, Fanta
Damn, too much fronto
Lil' Bari said too much fronto
I don't beef, don't carne asada
I don't beat that corn on the cob up
Dick like a pistol, never a problem
She callin' me-me-me, poppa
Came from the Northside, diamond upped water
Woo so, you learn, the game's a game
Yeah, fame is fame, bitch, you're lame
You're lame took your bitch to PF chang's
Quick to drip like PF fly, shit
She ate up pistachio oh oh oh oh Breyer's
Ayy, nigga
I was just playing my momma the album
She already decided you
You her new favorite rapper
Crazy, them folks from HBO just hit me too
They wanna use some of that new music
I told 'em, "Cut that motherfuckin' chizzeck"