Cletus Strap & Mad Max 4800 - Big Shot Soda Lyrics

Huh, they don't think it's fair
F*ck niggas wanna chime in here and there
My hoe's gotten took, I don't even care
I remember when you flossed with my pube hair

Niggas wanna beef with me, occasionally rare
We gon' both go to hell, come fade me in here

Ain't this about a bitch in most cases
Keep tryna run, cause she can't take this

Chain smoke a book of sheets, can my lungs take this
I don't need visine, I like LASIK
Love the taste of tequila, I don't need to chase it
We got all the bad hoes turnt, going crazy

Y'all smoke dick weed, way too faded
This spot burnt down and I hate it
I might just run through my savings
I gotta act like I made it

Baby girl, hold it down like a disciple
They knew you was one them ones back since high school

Hair in a bun, 5'2 to 5'5
You might be the one, but we gotta take our time

We can still f*ck, you can post me online
I'ma really only eat the pussy if it's mine
I'ma really show up for you every time
It ain't been long since you crossed the nigga mind

We been at odds in these f*cked up times
What you gon' do when life give limes
It could be a bit, who gave these niggas lines
Wish we never even said shit like mimes

Want to cop drip, my cotton pickin mind
Thinking with my dick, these thots cross me
I want 10 Ms, you can't stop me
Can't say me too, I'm not Cosby

I don't even got no chain, why you wanna rob me
Police so thirst, can't move sloppy
Internet burnt out, they just watching
This the real land, it get popping

Out in Finland with my Ahkis
My bitch tell me I'm too cocky
Bands make her dance like mariachi
My bitch get dough, she could spot me

I'm all tied up, you will call
Got a bag of weed bigger than a football
Somehow in Shreveport, let's hit NOLA
We on Dumaine, drinking big shot soda

Ayy, out in New Orleans and shit
Loretta's Pralines
Some lil' bad hoes
Bitches got they titties out, its Mardi Gras and shit

You know how we do it
Yeah, Mad Max on the beat