C. Jackson - Koolaid lyrics

[Verse 1: Tokes] Step in this b**h and I'm k**ing this sh** These n***as is pissed that I'm still in this b**h Get my dick licked while I'm hitting the swish And I stick with my clique like a tick on a b**h And I'm stacking my chips like Pringles She popping that p**y like pimples She get to licking the tip and I bust my babies all in her dimples because I don't give f** about a n***a that wanna hate on me, no Plus I don't give a f** about a b**h that wanna hate on me Cause my money stacked too long n***a (yup) My loud pack too strong n***a (that's right) Get to talking that sh** and Chris will expose y'all like ripped thongs n***a Sipping on gold and my wrist's too My crew fabulous, no chipped tooth Got p**y juice all my wrist wear And I smell of the perfume your b**h use And I stay blessed up f** a tissue What's the issue, you bish you You the type to get mad cuz I dissed you? You ain't gotta like me cuz your b**h do And y'all half court n***as, no press (no press) And I got the rock And I drop the top when I rock the block The Benz old school like a Sock'em Bop Black pants, white tee Polo logo on both of them Had a main squeeze and a ripe ho But I'm in love with money so I'm over them [Hook] And my wrist dripping like koolaid My neck dripping like koolaid Got your b**h looking over here She a thirst chick, she need koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Got your b**h looking over here She a thirsty chick she need koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Got your b**h looking over here She a thirsty chick she need koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Koolaid, koolaid Got your b**h looking over here She a thirsty chick she need koolaid [Verse 2: TyLahVellss] Dump Dump it's Big Poppa Pump That's what the b**hes call me cuz they all wanna f** And I act out cause I got a choppa in the trunk Got her a** out, latest Smackdown on her bu*t Don't try to pa** out, get up or get your a** out (yup) These girls be squirrels and I'm giving out nuts Share the bowls with her friend, that pa** was clutch Steve Nash with the gas n***a pa** the Dutch (wooh) Rick Flair, you ain't seen a n***a like this here With this hair, who this rare Cartier for the eye and wrist wear (nope) You wouldn't have the chance Call me the Legend of Swagger-vance I hop out the Caddy and pa** a glance at a b**h from Brazil but her a** in France Be the same old n***as with the same old flows With the same old shows Rap fly sh** but be in the same old clothes Gotta borrow our sh** for your lil videos, but I ain't gon' say nothing Bout the hoes that we had that you say you cuffin' I'mma keep sipping this Robitussin til I can send facials to Vanessa Hudgens And yea I got this koolaid Don't ask me the flavor and who made You really wanna know that bad Okay, it taste like your b**hade With a twist of lemon, some Malibu And a pinch of the women you ain't getting You out of luck but I'll tell you what You might get a cup if you paid [Verse 3: DeLe] Oh yeah Man these b**hes need that koolaid (work!) I ain't even tripping Give em the juice, they get the quenching Boy My pockets fat, my b**h skinny My clique deep, real kin with me I make bank My weed dank My drank lean My bag sticky Y'all n***as whyl'n Ain't no worries, nothing at all I just bone b**hes, n***a I'm a dog Ya girl tryna speak, Cesar Milan Or that Doolittle cause I do it big Even n***as know that I got the juice Phone explode on the low low Cause they need beats, heard I produce Think your b**h bad You should check my ex Your girl psychic, she say we next Got ya girl dripping like a bad leak Your weak, All I do is flex And I'm bench pressing You b**h pressing Your impression Ain't impressive Your girl love my dick salad Can't get enough of the dressing Lu Kang, fly kicks Money long, Route 66 Your girl watching me, Netflix So f** boy, eat dicks Just got a car with that push to start Dripping like I came out a water park Stay Young, put nothing above it And your girl love it And she gon' buss it cause [Hook]