Black Sweets

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha, yeah I said "black Sweets, and I got two-" Yeah, black Sweets, and I got two Mmm [Chorus] Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week? Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet" She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly" Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly [Verse 1] E The Profit, diamonds on my watch tell me it's demon time Heaven sent, this nine right on my hip, that shit my piece of mind Worried 'bout no bitch, I'm tryna get rich I'm passin' easy dimes If I die, my girl gon' diе with me, she like Eva Braun Ballin' likе I'm evil 'Bron, back in Miami Rapper weed, cop it by the ounce, we don't do grammies SRT Hellcat 'bout to pounce, I don't do Camrys Take the kids, kick her out my house, I can't do nannies [Chorus] Black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week? Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet" She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly" Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly [Verse 2] Okay, I move smoove Boolin' with my dawg, this ain't Blues Clues Make her get to steppin' like she Duke Deuce Baby this that nu-nu Apple, grapes, and oranges, I got juice too Give your girl a life that she ain't used to I'm just getting loose, boo Chain on me, it's hanging like a noose, ooh Way too many options, I can't choose who She down for the crew, cool She think I'm the shit, I said, "It's mutual" Same city, I just got a new view [Chorus] Plus I got these black Sweets, and I got two bitches in my backseat Athlete, I been running game just like a track meet Math geek, I'm still counting money up from last week Watchin' what I eat, so I ain't worried 'bout no rap beef How she want me now, but she was cool on me last week? Drop another hit, and tell 'em, "put it on my rap sheet" She think I'm the shit, I tell her, "Girl, I am, exactly" Hit her when she mad at you, and I'm gon' do it gladly