Carpoolin'

Joe...what are you doing here?
What are you doing here? (What are you doing here?)
GANGIN Nigga!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughin', we is down, now they laughed at
Niggas 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
GANGIN Nigga! What type of shit is you on?
Yeah, that’s your bitch but my bitch, 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
**** 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 bitch
B-b-b-Nigga
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-Nigga
Who the **** gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the **** gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the **** gon’ try me?
High off the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t **** with niggas like a bitch
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 shit (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street bullshit? Naw nigga, you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real niggas been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your shit 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 niggas 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
****ing on a ho nigga? You niggas sick as ****
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain't pickin' up
First off, suck a nigga dick, bitch
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 nigga it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah nigga it’s true)
Heard I don’t **** with you? (Yeah nigga it’s true)
Nigga what you thought, nigga what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a nigga
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the nigga
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 nigga
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk nigga lust
**** it up sus, niggas gettin' at me wrong,
I’ll **** ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook nigga’ 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
Nigga 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 mother****in’ thief
All these bands still hangin' out my mother****in’ 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 **** with niggas, I’m a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my nigga she was barely mine
RBE SOB that’s the gang nigga