Sandlot

Lyrics

[Intro] Everywhere I go, got, ha-ha Everywhere I go, got Ha, yeah [Verse] Everywhere I go, got blicky on the side of me Looking rich as fuck, they think I hit the lottery Don't know English, all my new bitch say is, "Prada me" If bro ain't smoking opposition, this exotic Got a dub, all dubs on me now Lil' bro, he love pouring mud in his pop Hoes ain't show me love, wanna hug on me now All that tryna mug in the club get you shot Tryna pull some pape', I had to wrestle with the Ksubis All I had to do is send a message and she blew me Lil' bro like Virgil, he'll X him with the tooly Tigers on my tippy-toes, I'm stepping in some Gucci Whole lotta red in this bitch, this a Carti cup Bitches shaking ass, Sprinter looking like a party bus She ain't eating dick? Make a bitch eat Ferrari dust Main bitch a brat but I'm still fucking Barbie sluts They say I'm stingy with the fucks, I don't give none Bougie bitch, five hunnid bucks to get her wig done Bro'll do a opp sour, catch him out and cig' something Double cup full of, whenever unky swig something I could lose vision in my eyes, still see a M Chilling lavish, good Versace robe with the cheetah print Y-3 or Yeezy if you see me in Adidas shit All I need is oxygen and pape', boy, I don't need a bitch I'm a ShittyBoy but every chain so pissy Chrome Heart pocket, t-shirt 450 We'll do yo dawg goofy, boy, we tote Mickys 201s fire, I'm in every store litty Basketball shorts by Off-White, won't see me hooping though Beating on the pedal, tryna see how fast the coupe can go Got the smartest mouth but how the fuck her head so stupid though Latest season fashion, only see me in the newest clothes This a big Wagyu, not no lamb chop Lil' bro be swinging sticks like it's Sandlot Twenty on me all blues, make the pants pop Gen5, you won't see me with no jammed Glock It's a weapon on me I know they bet not ever think they stepping on me I might take the Glock and throw a Stephen on it Bro'll put it to yo cantaloupe and bust yo melon open It'll get like that If I'm ever down, I'ma get right back You can't even speak to any bitch I crack They don't know what whip I'm in 'cause it went by fast [?] If a bag there, I'll go the fuck to Hell At the drop house, bitch, you bet not touch the mail MSR, embosser, I'll never touch a scale [Outro] Nah, for real though ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song