Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carpoolin', artist - SOB X RBE. Date of issue: 05.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carpoolin' |
| Bitch! |
| Get off on who you mad at |
| Niggas laughed when we was down now they laughed at |
| Bitch swallowin' my kids, I’m a bad dad |
| Lookin' for revenge wit' this Glock, once we tap tap |
| Stitch brain on the ops watch 'em quack, quack |
| Indian giver wit' 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 wit' your bag packed |
| Bitch! |
| What type of shit is you on? |
| Yeah, that’s your bitch but my dick, 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 wit' them straps, you gon' need D |
| Want beef wit' the gang? |
| You gon' need cheese |
| John Cena wit' them tints, you can’t see me |
| Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze |
| If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all |
| Bitch we want all the 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 balls |
| Bitch! |
| Yeah, and we is not playin' |
| You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him |
| Take a chain round this neck, you are not able |
| Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels |
| House visit wit' 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 |
| Bitch! |
| Who the fuck gon' stop me? |
| All this ice on, who the fuck gon' rob me? |
| Hundred shooters wit' me, who the fuck gon' try me? |
| High off the kush, in the clouds you can find me |
| I don’t fuck wit' niggas like a Nazi |
| If 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 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 bitch (boom, boom) |
| Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that |
| Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that |
| This street shit? |
| Naw nigga, you don’t live that |
| Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (Lil' nigga) |
| LV and Gucci, had to mismatch |
| And for the right price, you can get your bitch 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 nigga reach for this chain, I’ma hit 'em up |
| Crazy when you see your day ones switchin' up |
| Crazy when you see the op niggas clickin' up |
| Fuckin' on a ho bitch? |
| You niggas sick as fuck |
| And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t pickin' up bitch |
| First off, suck a nigga dick |
| Pole for a op, come an 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 bitch it’s true) |
| Six figures to my name? |
| (Yeah bitch it’s true) |
| Heard I don’t fuck wit' you? |
| (Yeah bitch it’s true) |
| Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew |
| I’m a gold diggin' nigga, need a check out a bitch |
| I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch |
| You was textin' like you wit' it, what you scared for? |
| Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard |
| If not, I don’t give a fuck |
| I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust |
| Fuck it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, I’ll fuck 'em up sus |
| Chop wit' a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs |
| Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they think a nigga dumb |
| You would never see me posin' wit' another nigga funds |
| You would never see me clutchin' on another nigga gun |
| Bitch 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 motherfuckin' thief |
| All these bands still hangin' out my motherfuckin' 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 fuck wit' niggas, I’m a Uncle Tom |
| Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a .9 |
| And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine |
| RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch |