StanWill - Sandlot lyrics

Everywhere I go, got, ha ha
Everywhere I go, got ha, yeah

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

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

Nah, for real though
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