Carpoolin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Joe, what are you doing here? [Verse 1: DaBoii] Bitch! Get off on who you mad at Niggas laughed when we was down now they laughed at Bitch swallowin' my kids, I'm a bad dad Lookin' for revenge wit' this Glock, once we tap tap Stitch brain on the ops watch 'em quack, quack Indian giver wit' 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 wit' 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 wit' them straps, you gon' need D Want beef wit' the gang? You gon' need cheese John Cena wit' 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 want all the 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 Bitch! Yeah, and we is not playin' You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him Take a chain round this neck, you are not able Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels House visit wit' 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] Bitch! Who the fuck gon' stop me? All this ice on, who the fuck gon' rob me? Hundred shooters wit' me, who the fuck gon' try me? High off the kush, in the clouds you can find me I don't fuck wit' niggas like a Nazi If 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 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 this chain, I'ma hit 'em up Crazy when you see your day ones switchin' up Crazy when you see the op 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 bitch [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.] First off, suck a nigga dick Pole for a op, come an 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 wit' 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 wit' 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 wit' a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they think a nigga dumb You would never see me posin' wit' another nigga funds You would 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 wit' niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom Four-five on my hip but I'll tote a .9 And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine [Outro] RBE SOB that's the gang bitch