P.O.D.S. (Put On Delaine’s Songs)

[Chorus]
Smoke up, Juul pod
Don’t ever smoke on the Doja
Drink up, vodka
I like to get fucked up
Coca, cola
Ain’t ever sniffing on coca
Bitches, and hoes
I only like the real girls

[Verse 1]
Came in the cut like a lyrical incision
My whole team winning
Gotta rap about the team
So you know why we so mean
Gonna rap about the boys that brought me up
While we smoke in the cut
None of us give two fucks
Holler at your girl like what
Holler at your girl like what
Holler at your, holler at your
Boutta take your ass
All the way, all the way, all the way, all the way
All the way outta my face
Making a song everyday going at a fast pace
Thats the only way to do it
Spill it on the page
Then record it the same day then go rack up the plays Ain’t ever gonna get played
Not again, not again, not again, not again, not again

[Chorus]
Smoke up, Juul pod
Don’t ever smoke on the Doja
Drink up, vodka
I like to get fucked up
Coca, cola
Ain’t ever sniffing on coca
Bitches, and hoes
I only like the real girls

[Verse 2]
One day I'm gonna buck back
Then I remember to always say fuck that
One day I'mma be strong
One day I'mma be long gone
One day I'm gonna buck back
Then I remember to always say fuck that
One day I'mma be strong
One day I'mma be long gone
Out of this world, outta my life
Outta your life
Please don't strife
You’re better than that
You’re greater than that
If I ever come back
I’mma treat you like a queen
Like the queen that you are
We already gone so far
Farther than you will ever go
Just know my love for you, know my love for you, know my love for you will never go

[Chorus]
Smoke up, Juul pod
Don’t ever smoke on the Doja
Drink up, vodka
I like to get fucked up
Coca, cola
Ain’t ever sniffing on coca
Bitches, and hoes
I only like the real girls

[Verse 3]
Hey Main, guess what?
What’s up, my bud?
I’mma kill you
And you too
And don’t forget the rest of the rap game
You know we better than all these lames
I'm the fucking greatest
The mother fucking Main
Even if I ain’t on the top
You know my beats and rhymes they still rock
They rock, they jam
Cause
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand, it's the jam
Just don't give a damn
Coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Fly to Vegas, get the band
Haters hate me, but they stan
Cause the things they wish they could
They know I can, goddamn

[Chorus]
Smoke up, Juul pod
Don’t ever smoke on the Doja
Drink up, vodka
I like to get fucked up
Coca, cola
Ain’t ever sniffing on coca
Bitches, and hoes
I only like the real girls