Carpoolin'

Joe...what are you doing here?

What are you doing here? (What are you doing here?)

Bitch!

Get off on who you mad at

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

Bitch 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 ass

Can’t ride the wave, go on home with your bag packed

Bitch! What type of shit is you on?

Yeah, that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on

8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong

Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch 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

Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze

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

Bitch 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, nigga kick balls

B-b-b-bitch

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-bitch

Who the fuck gon’ stop me?

All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?

All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?

High off the kush, in the clouds you can find me

I don’t fuck with niggas like a Nazi

Nobody else, then I know God got me

Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie

And I don’t want the puss,

Lil baby just top me (gimme me head)

I’ll set it off in this bitch

Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch

Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch

Make you bulletproof the whip,

Like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)

Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that

Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that

This street shit? Naw nigga, you don’t live that

Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)

LV and Gucci, had to mismatch

And for the right price, you can get your bitch 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 nigga got, I’ll switch it up

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

Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up

And nigga 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

Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck

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

First off, suck a nigga dick

Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip

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

If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch

Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)

Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)

Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)

Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew

I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch

I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch

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 fuck

I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust

Fuck it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong,

I’ll fuck ‘em up sus

Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs

Cops looking for the Glock,

‘Cause they think a nigga dumb

You will never see me posin' with another nigga funds

You will never see me clutchin' on another nigga gun

Bitch 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 ass nigga 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 motherfuckin’ thief

All these bands still hangin' out my motherfuckin’ jeans

Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome

I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone

Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds

And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a Uncle Tom

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

And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch