Carpoolin Lyrics – Sobxrbe
Singer: Sobxrbe
Title: Carpoolin
Joe…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?
b#tch!
Get off on who you mad at
n#gg#s laughin’, we is down, now they laughed at
b#tch 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 #ss
Can’t ride the wave, go on home with your back packed
b#tch! What type of sh#t is you on?
Yeah, that’s your b#tch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb b#tch 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
f#ck the law, catch a case, n#gg# free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
b#tch 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, n#gg# kick balls
B b b b#tch
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
n#gg#s wanna play? Game on ’cause we not playful
B b b b#tch
Who the f#ck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the f#ck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the f#ck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t f#ck with n#gg#s like a n#z#
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a n#gg# to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this b#tch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this b#tch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this b#tch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that b#tch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit? Naw n#gg#, you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real n#gg# been that (lil’ n#gg#)
LV and Gucci, had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your b#tch back
Tired of them broke n#gg#s? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you n#gg#s 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 n#gg# got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets, ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a n#gg# give it up
And n#gg# reach for the chain, I’ma hit ’em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp n#gg#s clickin’ up
f#ckin’ on a ho b#tch? You n#gg#s sick as f#ck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t pickin’ up
First off, suck a n#gg# dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a n#gg# clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a n#gg# b#tch
Am I really insane? (Yeah b#tch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah b#tch it’s true)
Heard I don’t f#ck with you? (Yeah b#tch it’s true)
f#ck what you thought, f#ck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ n#gg#, need a check out a b#tch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the b#tch
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 f#ck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk b#tches lust
f#ck it up sus, n#gg# gettin’ at me wrong, I’ll f#ck ’em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook f#ckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ’cause they think a n#gg# dumb
You will never see me posin’ with another n#gg# funds
You will never see me clutchin’ on another n#gg# gun
b#tch 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 #ss n#gg# 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 motherf#ckin’ thief
All these bands still hangin’ out my motherf#ckin’ jeans
Give a n#gg# all head ’til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ’til it’s barely gone
Let a n#gg# hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t f#ck with n#gg#s, I’m a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my b#tch she was barely mine
RBE SOB that’s the gang b#tch
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