Grape Soda(Problem) Lyrics

Chick at the estate

Flexing money you a *****

Drive down the highway

With my squad

So abroad

Plot an escape plan

We break in

Take the rift

Open the time gates

Go escape

They will wait (Yeah)

Lil chick you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem (Yeah)

My guy you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem (Ay)

Look at you hitta

Your causing me dread

He done went Giga

I'm starting new trends

Im sorry my hitta

I didn't offend

Im sorry lil' jits

I didn't intend

Yeah yeah

I didn't intend

Start a trend

Not my friend

Not my guy

I stand by

Two cross lines

Intersect

You got wrecked

Not correct

I deflect

You neglect

I reject

I repent

Got no cent

Got no sense

Hop the fence

Common sense

On the fence

Self defense

Got a point

Fight a hitta

Pop a soda

Soda a pop

Man You an opp

Man You a cop

Pop a soda

Soda a pop

Man You an opp

Man You a cop

Baking soda

Water sugar

Place a quota

Have a limit

Wait a minute

This explicit

At my pivot

1 more digit (This)

Chick at the estate

Flexing money you a *****

Drive down the highway

With my squad

So abroad

Plot an escape plan

We break in

Take the rift

Open the time gates

Go escape

They will wait (Yeah)

Lil chick you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem (Yeah)

My guy you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem (Ay)

Grape soda

Purple fizz

Slurping soda

Getting older

Smelly odor

Use a motor

Playing poker

I'm a broker

You are broker

Mediocre

You're pretty trash

Not gonna lie

I'm dropping the bars

I'm taking the cars

I'm talking to Lars

I'm going to Mars

I'm taking the stars

Putting it in jars

And now it is ours

Went down in the tars

I'm dropping the bars

I'm taking the cars

I'm talking to Lars

I'm going to Mars

I'm taking the stars

Putting it in jars

And now it is ours

Went down in the tars (Ay)

You stuck in the bars

You smoking cigars

I'm building my scars

I'm playing guitar

You aren't a kar

You aren't a star

I'm stuck the mud

I got a new bud

You stuck in the bars

You smoking cigars

I'm building my scars

I'm playing guitar

You aren't a kar

You aren't a star

I'm stuck the mud

I got a new bud(You a)

Chick at the estate

Flexing money you a *****

Drive down the highway

With my squad

So abroad

Plot an escape plan

We break in

Take the rift

Open the time gates

Go escape

They will wait (Yeah)

Lil chick you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem

My guy you ain't my problem (Yeah yeah)

Like Lil hitta you ain't my problem (Yeah)