Ski Mask the Slump God — Soda Demo

[Intro: Cordae] D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey), hold on, uh [Chorus: Cordae] I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "Fuck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry [Verse 1: Cordae] And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary I fucked that ho like mid-May just to have a baby by February Like, oh man, crazy as hell, this job only pay me a lil' Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh Lambo truck straight pitch black Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh My unborn daughter got a rich dad First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh Good gas, boy, we smell that Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh (Hold on, uh) [Chorus: Cordae & Ski Mask the Slump God] I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say, Cordae?) I said, "Fuck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay) I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water) [Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God] Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence Like a knee, but you closed eyelids (Closed) Feelin' like a menace to Society, I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety, hold my beer (Oh my) Ayy, listen here, to make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear) I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (Rain) Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about pain here (Huh), uh, uh, uh She jackin' my beanstalk, get that? Golden Goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh You niggas need to go and get your drip back Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Woo) Keepin' it with the nat-nats, uh, uh, uh I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em On how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Get it) Hot as Grand Crayon sand scorpion critter Radioactive, I broke the emitter You bitter, actin' like unpaid babysitter (You bitter) Uh, uh, uh, uh (Bitter) Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (Hold on, uh, uh) [Chorus: Cordae] I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin' I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib I said, "Fuck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry