Carpoolin’ SOB X RBE

[Intro]
Joe, what are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughed when we was down now they laughed at
Bitch swallowin' my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge wit' this Glock, once we tap tap
Stitch brain on the ops watch 'em quack, quack
Indian giver wit' 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 wit' your bag 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 wit' them straps, you gon' need D
Want beef wit' the gang? You gon' need cheese
John Cena wit' 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 want all the 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
Bitch!
Yeah, and we is not playin'
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain round this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit wit' 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