Carpoolin' (Explicit)-SOB X RBE

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 [Verse 2: Slimmy B] 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 [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.] 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