Kia Soul SRT Lyrics

(Extremely obnoxious laughing chile)

You already know what the fuck is going on, BigBaggg in this bitch

Yo like I really wrote this while I'm riding in my Kia Soul

While I'm riding in my Kia Soul SRT, Maserati, Bugatti, Range Rover, Audi, Lamborghini

I disappear, Houdini

My money green like zucchini

With three bad bitches named Nicki, Stacy, and Vicki

My hand in her bikini, just know that we gon get busy

I'm knowing that she clingy, I'm leaving so that she miss me

And when I'm in her city, she pull out them tig ole biddies

And when I hop behind it she throw it back like a frisbee

Yeah these niggas beans, and that's word to Vxnom

These niggas faker than them niggas with them tattoos that's henna

Can't drive a fish bowl, so I take the windows and tint em

Don't say that I'm a nominee, nigga say I'm the winner

Yes I'm the w-w-w-winner, where the fuck is my chicken dinner?

And no matter where you put em nigga I'm at the center

Hop up on it, ride it round, ride it like a Suzuki

They think they funny? I'm goofy

They think they better? They loopy

I'm done writing, I'm cyphering

Why the fuck is y'all hyping em?

And they thinking that they better? Must be high off a Vicodin

And my jewelry so cold, look at how it shining, and got a hundred million bars but they still cannot sentence me

I need a hundred, to the tenth degree

And nigga don't fucking mention me

Unless you talking bout the goats? The only time you can mention me

I'm spitting, this shit acidic

I do it, they gonna mimic

And this is just the beginning, they wanna be me I get it

Because the bitches (I get it), because the money (I get it)

And stop with the subliminals, take ya shot, nigga send it

I need a verse, who gon send it?

Up on my throne I be sitting

And everybody wave hello, to my opps, know they listening

Hoodrat librarian, you know that I'm the shit

Fucking with my bitch, nigga that's gon get yo ass hit

But when I see your girl, I tell her on my dick she can sit

My music za lil' nigga, you sure that you want a hit?

While I'm riding in my Kia Soul SRT, Maserati, Bugatti, Range Rover, Audi, Lamborghini

I disappear, Houdini

My money green like zucchini

With three bad bitches named Nicki, Stacy, and Vicki

My hand in her bikini, just know that we gon get busy

I'm knowing that she clingy, I'm leaving so that she miss me

And when I'm in her city, she pull out them tig ole biddies

And when I hop behind it she throw it back like a frisbee (Agh!)