Carbonated Water

Lyrics

Posted with that pump (I'm posted, pump)
 Relay with that pump (uh, race, race-race)
 Posted with that pump (uh, yuh, ayy, ayy)
 Relay with that pump (uh, okay, race, race-race)
 Revenge on my body, mhm (uh, revenge, we are very much in this motherfucker)
 She want meet my shawty, mhm (uh, my back)
 Revenge on my body, mhm (uh)
 Oh my God, Ronny (bitch, woo, yuh)
 Dick gon' hurt her stomach (dick-dick, yeah), she gon' need a Tums (ooh)
 Plummeted from the solar (yuh, ooh), put me on your gums (oh, oh, okay)
 You can still get jacked like cactus (oh, oh, okay)
 There's quarterneck stars on my necklace (oh, oh, okay)
 I be on my South Park shit, smokin' the cat piss (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)
 Rest in peace, X, that's vro, and we don't forget shit (ayy, ayy)
 That mean I shoot backwards, backwards (ayy, bitch)
 That mean I shoot backwards (yuh, chills)
 Motherfucker I be blackin' out, be matchin' out
 The color of my whips so beat, be blackin' out
 A bundle to my money ain't really perpetual
 These niggas got no spine (spine), we call 'em a vegetable (yah)
 Your bitch call me tic-tac-toe, she get the X and O's (woo)
 Hugs and kisses for when I tow my little boat (yeah)
 Look at the top of my head, horns grown, GOAT
 Bill Nye the Science Guy, Fendi white lab coat (hahaha)
 I'm a nicotine soldier, say, "Drinkin' cyanide" (what, what?)
 Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover (what, what?)
 Bent the world over, I'm ready to die tonight (what, what?)
 Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder (what, what, what, ayy)
 Carbonated water
 Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October
 Wonder what he told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder
 That mean I shoot backwards (huh?), backwards (huh?)
 That mean I shoot backwards (okay)
 Slit the b-tch on a bitch, had to slaughter-
 Pussy makin' sounds like a otter tail in water
 Why you try to hit me? Like I was a driver
 Lucky things on me, nigga, learned to play Frogger
 Yes I try to lick her, I'ma egg nog her
 Try to kick it with her, Messi, no soccer
 Spongebob pet, Gary, I'm a slimy motherfucker
 Lookin' for a Fairly Odd mother, like my name Crocker
 Green Goblin, no, the Grinch, stealin' out the stockings
 Hotter than some chicken grease, the pot's stove, made from Crocker
 Oh, the teeny bop, pull-up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh)
 Hit strong like a linebacker, Brian Urlacher (okay)
 Uh, wizard, Harry Potter (huh)
 I'm very conspicuous (yuh, yuh), maybe it's because that I'm the type to be a martyr (yeah)
 Death before dishonor (huh), keep the blade on me
 I'm the type to give the heebie-jeebies to the Holy Father (huh)
 Like Davy Jones locker (yeah), wrist wetter than a fuckin' flounder
 Can you pretty please pass me the tartar?
 Where's authenticity, need to have order (need to have it)
 Niggas finessin' the swag, bag, yeah, you bought it (ayy, yuh)
 That mean I shoot backwards (huh, what), backwards (okay)
 That mean I shoot backwards (water)
 I'm a nicotine soldier, say, "Drinkin' cyanide"
 Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover
 Bent the world over, I'm ready to die tonight
 Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder
 Carbonated water
 Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October
 Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder
 Money my odor, sunsets, manifest
 Must be something in the fuckin' Florida water
 That mean I shoot backwards, backwards
 That mean I shoot-
 Uh, race-race
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:21
Key
10
Tempo
120 BPM

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