Carpoolin' (Explicit)-SOB X RBE

歌手 : SOB X RBE

专辑 : GANGIN

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:34

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TXT Carpoolin' (Explicit)-SOB X RBE 文本歌词

Joe...what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

B**ch!

Get off on who you mad at

Niggas laughin', we is down, now they laughed at

B**ch 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**

Can't ride the wave, go on home with your back packed

B**ch! What type of sh*t is you on?

Yeah, that's your b**ch but my dick, she be on

8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong

Ain't tryna chase a bag? Dumb b**ch 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, ni**a free Theeze

If I gotta think twice, I won't think at all

B**ch 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, ni**a kick balls

B-b-b-b**ch

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

Niggas wanna play? Game on 'cause we not playful

B-b-b-b**ch

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 niggas like a Nazi

Nobody else, then I know God got me

Hi-Tech turn a ni**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**ch

Feel like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in this b**ch

Smack for a band, don't get bought in this b**ch

Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that b**ch (boom, boom)

Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that

Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that

This street sh*t? Naw ni**a, you don't live that

Aid or a kick back, real ni**a been that (lil' ni**a)

LV and Gucci, had to mismatch

And for the right price, you can get your b**ch back

Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that

Just bought a Glock hit the plug, where them sticks at?

Get to bustin' have you niggas 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 ni**a got, I'll switch it up

When you jump in these streets, ain't no givin' up

Big .40, I'll make a ni**a give it up

And ni**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 niggas clickin' up

F**kin' on a ho b**ch? You niggas sick as f**k

And if it ain't about a bag, I ain't pickin' up

First off, suck a ni**a dick

Pole for an opp coming, suck a ni**a clip

Clip so long, that it's poking off my hip

If I wasn't taken, I'd take a ni**a b**ch

Am I really insane? (Yeah b**ch it's true)

Six figures to my name? (Yeah b**ch it's true)

Heard I don't f**k with you? (Yeah b**ch it's true)

F**k what you thought, f**k what you knew

I'm a gold diggin' ni**a, need a check out a b**ch

I'll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the b**ch

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**ches lust

F**k it up sus, ni**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 ni**a dumb

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

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

B**ch 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** ni**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 ni**a all head 'til its barely dome

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

Let a ni**a hit like I'm Barry Bonds

And I don't f**k with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom

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

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