Carpoolin' Lyrics - Yhung T.o.

[Intro] 

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

[Verse 1: DaBoii] 

Bitch! 

Get off on who you mad at 

Niggas laughin', we is down, now they laughed at 

Bitch swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad 

Lookin' for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap 

Stitch brain on the opps watch 'em quack, quack 

Indian giver with 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 with your back 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 with them straps, you gon' need D 

Want beef with the gang? You 'gon need cheese 

John Cena with 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 won, all 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 

B-b-b-bitch 

Yeah, and we is not playin' 

You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him 

Take a chain on this neck, you are not able 

Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels 

House visit with 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 

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[Verse 2: Slimmy B] 

B-b-b-bitch 

Who the fuck gon' stop me? 

All this ice on, who the fuck gon' rob me? 

All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon' try me? 

High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me 

I don't fuck with niggas like a Nazi 

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 (give me 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 the chain, I'ma hit 'em up 

Crazy when you see your day ones switchin' up 

Crazy when you see the opp 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 

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[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.] 

First off, suck a nigga dick 

Pole for an opp coming, 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 with 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 with 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 with a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs 

Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they think a nigga dumb 

You will never see me posin' with another nigga funds 

You will 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 with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom 

Four-five on my hip but I'll tote a nine 

And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine