Sandlot

[Intro]
Everywhere I go, got, ha-ha
Everywhere I go, got
Ha, yeah

[Verse]
Everywhere I go, got blicky on the side of me
Looking rich as fuck, they think I hit the lottery
Don't know English, all my new bitch say is, "Prada me"
If bro ain't smoking opposition, this exotic
Got a dub, all dubs on me now
Lil' bro, he love pouring mud in his pop
Hoes ain't show me love, wanna hug on me now
All that tryna mug in the club get you shot
Tryna pull some pape', I had to wrestle with the Ksubis
All I had to do is send a message and she blew me
Lil' bro like Virgil, he'll X him with the tooly
Tigers on my tippy-toes, I'm stepping in some Gucci
Whole lotta red in this bitch, this a Carti cup
Bitches shaking ass, Sprinter looking like a party bus
She ain't eating dick? Make a bitch eat Ferrari dust
Main bitch a brat but I'm still fucking Barbie sluts
They say I'm stingy with the fucks, I don't give none
Bougie bitch, five hunnid bucks to get her wig done
Bro'll do a opp [?] catch him out and cig' something
Double cup full of, whenever unky swig something
I could lose vision in my eyes, still see a M
Chilling lavish, good Versace robe with the cheetah print
Y-3 or Yeezy if you see me in Adidas shit
All I need is oxygen and pape', boy, I don't need a bitch
I'm a ShittyBoy but every chain so pissy
Chrome Heart pocket, t-shirt 450
We'll do yo dawg goofy, boy, we tote Mickys
201s fire, I'm in every store litty
Basketball shorts by Off-White, won't see me hooping though
Beating on the pedal, tryna see how fast the coupe can go
Got the smartest mouth but how the fuck her head so stupid though
Latest season fashion, only see me in the newest clothes
This a big Wagyu, not no lamb chop
Lil' bro be swinging sticks like it's Sandlot
Twenty on me all blues, make the pants pop
Gen5, you won't see me with no jammed Glock
It's a weapon on me
I know they bet not ever think they stepping on me
I might take the Glock and throw a Stephen on it
Bro'll put it to yo cantaloupe and bust yo melon open
It'll get like that
If I'm ever down, I'ma get right back
You can't even speak to any bitch I crack
They don't know what whip I'm in 'cause it went by fast
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If a bag there, I'll go the fuck to Hell
At the drop house, bitch, you bet not touch the mail
MSR, embosser, I'll never touch a scale

[Outro]
Nah, for real though
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song