talk2dahand

[Intro]
Huh, yuh (Yuh)

[Verse 1]
Let me start the whip up (Huh)
Let me fuck your bitch wife (Huh)
Came with Benjamins, ah (Huh)
I get all the bitches (Huh)
Cut you out the picture (Huh)
Rock a lotta Rick Owens (Huh)
Sorry that your bitch stuck
Yeah, I'm in your bitch throat (Huh)
Sit on the king's throne (Huh)
Huh, bitch for best times (Huh)
Boy, you rockin' fake clothes (Huh)
Boy, I'm wearin' real clothes, huh
God hold me closer
God, you don't know her
Syrup in my soda (Soda)

[Chorus]
Syrup in my soda (Huh)
Syrup in my soda
Syrup in my soda (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I hop in the Lamb' and go brazy, okay
[?] she got no brain, no way
Got five incomes, I get paid all day
And five bad bitches wanna fuck all day, yeah
Fly with my money, feel like I'm in space, huh
Glide with my sons, them lil' boys don't say nothin'
Bitch, give me your fuckin' waist, stop playin' now
Pull up with the can, like paint, you get sprayed up (Huh)

[Bridge]
Talk to the hand, talk to the hand
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man
Used to be broke, bitch, I got bands
Used to that ho, used to the fans
Pour up some more, bitch, I love drank
Pour up some more, bitch, I love drank
Fuck on that ho, drive her insane ('Sane)

[Chorus]
Syrup in my soda (Huh)
Syrup in my soda (Syrup in my soda)
Syrup in my soda (Huh)