Luyện nghe bài hát Carpoolin'

Joe...what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you here?

[Verse 1:
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughin', we is down, now laughed at
swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stitch brain on the opps watch 'em quack,
Indian giver with his life, he can't have
He putting in work, he a half ass
Can't ride the wave, go on with your back packed
Bitch! type of shit is you on?
Yeah, your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be
tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense them straps, you gon' need D
Want beef with the gang? You need cheese
John Cena with tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won't at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I'll 'em all
Before you play in field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You know DaBoii, he a you can not tame him
Take a on this neck, you are not able
Whole full of demons, we are not angels
visit with the chop, that's who rock cradle
All the on us, but we not cable
Stand tall it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? on 'cause we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the fuck gon' me?
All this ice on, who the fuck rob me?
All these with me, who the fuck gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the you can find me
I don't fuck with like a Nazi
Nobody else, then I God got me
Hi-Tech turn a to a zombie
And I want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in this
for a band, don't get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, I did that
Hit the lot, bands, yeah I did that
This street Naw nigga, you don't live that
Aid or a back, real nigga been that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get bitch back
Tired of them niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin' have you runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, I flip that
All the time my brother got, he get back
But I got bands for him when he get back
All these a nigga got, I'll switch it up
When you jump in streets, ain't no givin' up
Big .40, I'll make a nigga it up
And reach for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
when you see your day ones switchin' up
Crazy when you see the opp clickin' up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas as fuck
And if it ain't a bag, I ain't pickin' up

3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga
Clip so long, that it's off my hip
If I wasn't taken, I'd take a bitch
Am I insane? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch true)
Heard I don't fuck with you? (Yeah it's true)
Fuck what you thought, what you knew
I'm a gold nigga, need a check out a bitch
I'll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the
You was textin' you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the
If not, I give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, fuck 'em up sus
with a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posin' with nigga funds
You will never see me clutchin' on nigga gun
Bitch I'm a soldier, I got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I don't no Civic
I'm a wild ass and I don't act civil
I don't smoke no kush, I smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I'm a thief
All these bands still hangin' out my jeans
Give a nigga all 'til its barely dome
I been running at that bag 'til it's gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Bonds
And I don't fuck with niggas, I'm a Tom
Four-five on my hip but tote a nine
And if you ever take my she was barely mine