Roddy Ricch - Soda Pop lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Damn (Nine, nine, nine) Alright, Mello made it right Oh-oh (Nine, nine, nine, na) I'm these ni**as parents (Oh, nine, nine, nine) It's apparent (Nine, nine, nine) I'm these ni**as parents (Oh-oh) It's apparent The Gucci that I'm wearin' In that McLaren Got all the hoes staring and glaring (Oh-oh) And glaring [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I'm these ni**as parents (Uh-uh) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (Yeah) Now they wanna cuff me, b*tch, you're not a cop (Yeah) I told hеr double cup me, codeinе I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Let's go, let's go) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Red bottoms bleed, like a murder scene (Yeah) Like the movie, Scream (Let's go) Like the movie, Scream (Let's go) I'm a Perc fiend (Oh, yeah) Give her Perc D (Oh, yeah) She got wet dreams (Oh, yeah) She can't catch me (Oh, yeah) Like a track team (Oh, yeah) I'ma run to the bands like an athlete (Oh, oh, oh, yeah) Too ahead, too ahead, no surpassing (Oh, oh, oh, yeah) I'm in Cali', I don't smoke Marley And I don't sniff Sally But I like Perc's and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me Yo' lil' bird gave my phone a chirp, she gon' twerk for me Yeah, I like Perc's and I like syrup, cause they work for me I'ma let them do they worst [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I'm these ni**as parents (Uh-uh) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (Yeah) Now they wanna cuff me, b*tch, you're not a cop (Yeah) I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Let's go, let's go) [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Pour a bottle of codeine inside the soda pop And she got molly and codeine inside the soda pop We went to Miami just to take a load off Seen a white b*tch do cocaine, it took her nose off And my codeine talk to ya', I don't even gotta pop a pill Got my dawgs with me, you know how that go Christian Dior from my head to my toes My first year rich, spent a hundred bands on my clothes And that's no cap, I got my Porsche in the back I get my dawg fifty bands, I get a fu*k ni**a whacked I'm drinkin' codeine, I done made it out the trap Know a lotta ni**as hated and that's a fact But I made it, I'm a big dog now [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch] I'm these ni**as parents (Yeah) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Yeah) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (Uh-huh) Now they wanna cuff me, b*tch, you're not a cop (Yeah) I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)