
Date of issue: 18.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sandlot |
Yeah, go dummy, Kyle |
With my brothers from day one in that sandlot |
We was whippin up' Ps, movin' up the chicken 'cause them |
bands |
hot (Hot, hot) |
'Member I couldn’t clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot (No more) |
It put me in a dead shock, couldn’t be that up in that jail block (Slatt, yeah) |
Gone in the wind, we ain’t catch his ass, so we spinnin' again |
My pockets gettin' swole, eatin' spinach again, these niggas be cap on my |
chinny-chin-chin |
And off that lean, when I sip once, I be on that slow mode |
And my shooters like a green light, you know they on go mode |
Came in from the bottom, new girl, she a model |
Percs and the X, I done been through some 'script bottles |
All that ass, she should’ve been a strip model |
She throw it back, you know I make the bitch holler |
Big ass Benz, so you know I got the big dollars |
Fuck these hoes with all of these sick problems |
I know you ain’t actin' boujee, bitch |
'Member when you was givin' head for like six dollars |
Brand new car, brand new whip |
We could wait, get pink slips |
You don’t gotta like me, just respect my drip |
With Mel and Jimmy its like field trips |
Don’t answer me when you pissed off |
Don’t fuck with me, you get flipped off |
Like a edit, boy, you get clipped off |
On my neck, she left a bunch of lip gloss |