Sdot Carters

[Intro: Monday Night]
Aight (Aight)
Wassup mama? (Wassup mama?)
I see you staring, baby (See you staring)
(It's Holly Block, you heard)
Fuck with the Scheme though, ha-ha

[Verse 1: 3wayslim]
Uh
Sometimes I like to be left alone
I smacked her ass and grabbed my bong
Can’t go back and forth, this ain’t a sing along
Cologne spray, grab the cash and I’m gone, bad like Beyoncé
Spoiled bad, she gon blow up my phone
I took a trip, summertime shit
She roll a blunt, I rub on her tits
Ain’t a misogynist, I love how she kiss
I’m 'bout to body it, don't think about it, my pockets starving
I’m not Somalian
Crying when my plug got locked, I’m bout to rob again
Chase myself, run back in time, use the DeLorean
Said the hottest shit in the booth, never recorded it
Talk crazy, get a [?]
Chopper bigger than Bruce Bruce
Always talk about what you did, we need proof
I need a moon boo
Panoramic vision, I navigate with the Bluetooth
Sandwich bag in the kitchen, I need a big scoop
The money leaves fell off the tree, I started making big loot

[Interlude: Nitty Blanco (Monday Night)]
[?] this Block Carter shit, you heard?
(Yeah, uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Ayo

[Verse 2: Monday Night]
Ayo, it’s Block Carter (It's Block Carter, nigga)
Nigga I just want the forces, not no S Dot Carters, I'm a vet
I started off, wet behind the ears, for the best, got smarter (Got smarter)
Face to face is how I address my problems (Face to face)
I got no problems with niggas, they want em (They want em)
I don't know why
The most fly on the humble with pies (Pies)
Let me show why I'm that nigga that your mother like
Your daughter like, your shawty like (Shawty like)
I got it popping overnight (Overnight)
You know I was shopping, only right (It’s only right)
She tried to top me, overbite (Damn bitch)
I popped up with your bitch
It’s either or, I'm never sober on a lonely night (Never)
I need a Rita Ora, I can't figure out what I need her for
I’m that boy, none of my bitches need toys, it was just my intention give 'em joy
It was my intention to give em more
Failed attempts to get out when I need to go destroy (Destroy)
Failed attempts to sit out (Damn)
Staring in my mic tryna get this shit out (Fuck)
My man here, he gotta dip out (Yo, Slim)
It’s on me to bring you home and I'ma bring you home for real (For real)
I be thinking 'bout moving but I be missing home for real my nigga, what’s up