SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Nobody else, then I know God got me
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back

[Outro]
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up

I’ll set it off in this bitch
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all

I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
If not, I don’t give a fuck
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Yeah, and we is not playin’
First off, suck a nigga dick
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
B-b-b-bitch
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
Get off on who you mad at
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze

Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
(Yeah bitch it’s true) Six figures to my name?
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
B-b-b-bitch
(Yeah bitch it’s true) Heard I don’t fuck with you?
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?

I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
Game on ‘cause we not playful Niggas wanna play?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
[Intro]