Carpoolin' (Explicit)-SOB X RBE

Carpoolin' (Explicit)

歌手:SOB X RBE

时间:2018-02-23

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Joe

What are you doing here

What are you doing here

What are you doing here

B***h

Get off on who you mad at

N***as laughin'

We is down

Now they laughed at

B***h swallow all my kids

I'm a bad dad

Lookin' for revenge with this glock

Once we tap tap

Stitch brain on the opps watch 'em quack

Quack

Indian giver with his life

He can't have back

He ain't putting in work

He a half a*s

Can't ride the wave

Go on home with your back packed

B***h

What type of s**t is you on

Yeah

That's your b***h but my d**k

She be on

8 in a liter

When I sip it be strong

Ain't tryna chase a bag

Dumb b***h then be gone

Offense with them straps

You gon' need d

Want beef with the gang

You 'gon need cheese

John cena with them tints

You can't see me

F**k the law

Catch a case

N***a free theeze

If I gotta think twice

I won't think at all

B***h we won

All smoke

Ain't no peace at all

Treat the ops like a blunt

I'll chief 'em all

Before you play in that field

N***a kick balls

B b b b***h

Yeah

And we is not playin'

You know daboii

He a beast you can not tame him

Take a chain on this neck

You are not able

Whole gang full of demons

We are not angels

House visit with the chop

That's who rock cradle

All the eyes on us

But we not cable

Stand tall through it all

But we not tables

N***as wanna play

Game on 'cause we not playful

B b b b***h

Who the f**k gon' stop me

All this ice on

Who the f**k gon' rob me

All these shooters with me

Who the f**k gon' try me

High of the kush

In the clouds you can find me

I don't f**k with n***as like a nazi

Nobody else

Then I know god got me

Hi tech turn a n***a to a zombie

And I don't want the puss

Lil baby just top me

Give me head

I'll set it off in this b***h

Feel like rick ross

I'm the boss in this b***h

Smack for a band

Don't get bought in this b***h

Make you bulletproof the whip

Like young dolph in that b***h

Boom

Boom

Touch a hundred bands

Yeah I did that

Hit the lot

Couple bands

Yeah I did that

This street s**t

Naw n***a

You don't live that

Aid or a kick back

Real n***a been that

Lil' n***a

Lv and gucci

Had to mismatch

And for the right price

You can get your b***h back

Tired of them broke n***as

I can fix that

Just bought a glock hit the plug

Where them sticks at

Get to bustin' have you n***as runnin'

Zig zags

Boom

Boom

Hit the road

Get the bag

Then I flip that

All the time my brother got

He can't get back

But I got bands for him tucked when he get back

All these styles a n***a got

I'll switch it up

When you jump in these streets

Ain't no givin' up

Big

40

I'll make a n***a give it up

And n***a reach for the chain

I'ma hit 'em up

Crazy when you see your day ones switchin' up

Crazy when you see the opp n***as clickin' up

F**kin' on a ho b***h

You n***as sick as f**k

And if it ain't about a bag

I ain't pickin' up

First off

Suck a n***a d**k

Pole for an opp coming

Suck a n***a clip

Clip so long

That it's poking off my hip

If I wasn't taken

I'd take a n***a b***h

Am I really insane

Yeah b***h it's true

Six figures to my name

Yeah b***h it's true

Heard I don't f**k with you

Yeah b***h it's true

F**k what you thought

F**k what you knew

I'm a gold diggin' n***a

Need a check out a b***h

I'll pass her to the gang

They get neck out the b***h

You was textin' like you with it

What you scared for

Let me hit it from the back

Break the headboard

If not

I don't give a f**k

I got diamonds in my mouth

When I talk b***hes lust

F**k it up sus

N***a gettin' at me wrong

I'll f**k 'em up sus

Chop with a drum

Cook f**kin' up my lungs

Cops looking for the glock

'Cause they think a n***a dumb

You will never see me posin' with another n***a funds

You will never see me clutchin' on another n***a gun

B***h I'm a soldier

I don't got no limit

I'm a foreign car driver

I don't ride no civic

I'm a wild a*s n***a and I don't act civil

I don't smoke no kush

I don't smoke no skittles

Addicted to them racks

I'm a motherf**kin' thief

All these bands still hangin' out my motherf**kin' jeans

Give a n***a all head 'til its barely dome

I been running at that bag 'til it's barely gone

Let a n***a hit like I'm barry bonds

And I don't f**k with n***as

I'm a uncle tom

Four five on my hip but I'll tote a nine

And if you ever take my b***h she was barely mine

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