SONYA BLADE

*I made the beat btw*

 

Hook:

I feel like Sonya Blade, boy I'm getting paid

I don't give a fuck, you can see it my face

All about your ego like your name is Johnny Cage

You should give it up, boy, you need to get away

I'll hit you with the K, grrrrrrrah! , it ain't safe

Ass like Kim K's, huh, but her's ain't fake

When I make it to the top, then you know that it fate

Yeah we rollin' with the squad like this shit is Kate plus 8

 

Verse 1:

Okay, green on my head like a Sim

Vince Carter, yeah, my arm in the rim

My pockets big like a blimp

Arms too, I've been hitting the gym

All these ladies know my story

All up in your BM's house, and my name is not Cory

Please stay in your lane

I got more hits than the Braves

I sink that shot like I'm Dame

She wanna tug on my chain

They used to think I was so stupid

Now I'm fucking ruthless

They like "Sonya Blade is hard"

Yeah, and I produced it

 

Interlude:

I'll send your right to heaven man, I don't even care no more (Tyler stop)

I'm all for death, I got nothing to lose

That's right sister

Call the Lord and tell him that he's about to have some company (Tyler stop it)

Show me something

 

Hook:

I feel like Sonya Blade, boy I'm getting paid

I don't give a fuck, you can see it my face

All about your ego like your name is Johnny Cage

You should give it up, boy, you need to get away

I'll hit you with the K, grrrrrrrah! , it ain't safe

Ass like Kim K's, huh, but her's ain't fake

When I make it to the top, then you know that it fate

Yeah we rollin' with the squad like this shit is Kate plus 8

 

Verse 2:

I feel like Sonya Blade

In the foreign, yeah I'm a gripping grain

State to state, man that's the only way

We movin andele

Yeah I'm ready

100 on the dash like I'm Petty

Chicas flock like I'm Freddie

Steph with the jumper, yeah that shit is wetty

Cash why you always about the Fetti

Yeah I'm ready

Yeah, y'all ain't ready