Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sandlot , by - T.Y.. Release date: 14.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sandlot |
| My neck and wrist both smothered in gold |
| And it feel like I gained a few pounds 'cause this shit weigh a load |
| See that Wraith like driving a boat |
| Put that mother fucker on the interstate, and watch how it float |
| My nigga Spitta yea he taught me the most |
| Out in ATL Mean Streets Studios cooking up dope |
| I play the sweats with the Louis V coat |
| And like a mob boss unto our accomplishments we toast |
| I’m hella fed up with fools who breakin' the code |
| Had to go and bless my neck with a lil' rose gold |
| And homie mad 'cause his bitch watch all my videos |
| Tuned in like ya boy her favorite episode |
| I don’t hustle for these hoes, never did never will |
| Was motivated when I seen Boosie crib |
| Knowing that I could get it, so that’s what I did |
| Hitting bitches out the park on some homerun shit |
| Yea nigga this the sandlot |
| Knocking bitches out the park back to they mans spot |
| Don C slash Mitchell & Ness collab shorts at my gym class ball out |
| All net or I might kiss it off the glass |
| Wrong sport my bad, we on a baseball diamond |
| This is high priced rhyming |
| I spell my gang name with diamonds |
| Slid up with my young homie behind me in his own Maserati |
| No bitch I didn’t buy it |
| He put his hustle down, he went out there and got it |
| He was the lil dawg now he like my grown patna |
| I’m proud of my young playa, I sit back and watch him |
| I told him that these hoes they for everybody |
| They not your property |
| Did she fuck your homie? |
| yea probably |
| But that’s not important, focus on building your monopoly |
| Them bitches gon' be where them dollars be, follow me |
| And I could show you some of that killa that my homegirl been growing |
| Act like you been knowing |
| Yea |
| Yea nigga this the sandlot |
| Knocking bitches out the park back to they mans spot |