Your Stepdad, Vellydagoat - Sandbox lyrics
[Your Stepdad, Vellydagoat - Sandbox lyrics]
Yeah, I just touched her booty (Bitch)
Ayy, I just touched her booty, shorty hit my
(Eh, uh, oh, ayy)
I just touched her booty
Shorty call me handsome
And when she walk around with that cake
It make me put my hands up
Bitch came out of my school
I ain't know she was a dancer
She said her boyfriend'nem a shooter, bitch
I'll beat your mans up
Bitch, I'll fuck your plans up
Talking 'bout she can't stand us (Huh)
Treat your man like a bully
Stuffed his head in sandbox
His bitch call me Tarzan
We be swinging the dreadlocks (Ayy)
She'll do damn near anything
Y'all ain't in no wedlock
Better put your bitch on
Watch, I can't help, you wifed the thot
What you mean it's my fault 'causе I hit
Your girl? I'ma stick it outside the box
Should've known shе had the racks
A nigga pressed about another nigga
Tryna get the spot
I don't even want the ho 'cause that
Coochie hot, but on the real
She'll get to the bop
Talking 'bout some sneaky links, shorty
Get this in your mind, stop wasting my time
Talking 'bout you needed me
But it's stuck in the blind, you
Texting me, blowing my line
Talking 'bout you needed me
Nigga dumb as a bitch, you really
That sick about cat? Brodie, relax
He probably aim fast, but I'm too
In love with the racks, i need me a bag
She so independent, you can drop your mans
I'll be so condescending
Don't you leave your nigga 'til you
Really know you 'bout that business
If you scared to make some gains
Stay and put that pocket fitness
Lately, I got deeper in my hustle, nigga
Not some bitches (Ayy, look)
Most of my bitches grown
They see me moving on my own (yeah)
How come all these average bitches
Pop up as I blow? (Ayy)
Maybe, I should just settle
Give this white shorty the bone (Ayy)
Told them hoes I blew up, they don't
Know how to screw up, man
I bet they hate that got the old ho's in my
Phone talking shit right now
Thinking like they ate that
They be mad when I say some'
Bad, they be on they ass
Now they want they plate back
Or they mad that their boyfriend
Broke, on a downhill slope
And he work at Shake Shack
Bitch, I'm that nigga
What the fuck you mean I don't got no
Green when you know I'm worth six figures?
Tryna act like a bougie
Ho, you are delusional
Something ain't right 'bout that image
Had to get shit straight for the record
Big enough for you to see in the Guinness
Only here for the fame, you trying
To hard for a name
So stop with the gimmicks
This motherfucker must be stupid
Like, you thought I was dumb or some shit
You thought me and Doowop was
Dumb or some shit?
Get your mind right, crazy
(Why didn't you pay for this beat, though?)
Ayy, I just touched her booty, shorty hit my
(Eh, uh, oh, ayy)
I just touched her booty
Shorty call me handsome
And when she walk around with that cake
It make me put my hands up
Bitch came out of my school
I ain't know she was a dancer
She said her boyfriend'nem a shooter, bitch
I'll beat your mans up
Bitch, I'll fuck your plans up
Talking 'bout she can't stand us (Huh)
Treat your man like a bully
Stuffed his head in sandbox
His bitch call me Tarzan
We be swinging the dreadlocks (Ayy)
She'll do damn near anything
Y'all ain't in no wedlock
Better put your bitch on
Watch, I can't help, you wifed the thot
What you mean it's my fault 'causе I hit
Your girl? I'ma stick it outside the box
Should've known shе had the racks
A nigga pressed about another nigga
Tryna get the spot
I don't even want the ho 'cause that
Coochie hot, but on the real
She'll get to the bop
Talking 'bout some sneaky links, shorty
Get this in your mind, stop wasting my time
Talking 'bout you needed me
But it's stuck in the blind, you
Texting me, blowing my line
Talking 'bout you needed me
Nigga dumb as a bitch, you really
That sick about cat? Brodie, relax
He probably aim fast, but I'm too
In love with the racks, i need me a bag
She so independent, you can drop your mans
I'll be so condescending
Don't you leave your nigga 'til you
Really know you 'bout that business
If you scared to make some gains
Stay and put that pocket fitness
Lately, I got deeper in my hustle, nigga
Not some bitches (Ayy, look)
Most of my bitches grown
They see me moving on my own (yeah)
How come all these average bitches
Pop up as I blow? (Ayy)
Maybe, I should just settle
Give this white shorty the bone (Ayy)
Told them hoes I blew up, they don't
Know how to screw up, man
I bet they hate that got the old ho's in my
Phone talking shit right now
Thinking like they ate that
They be mad when I say some'
Bad, they be on they ass
Now they want they plate back
Or they mad that their boyfriend
Broke, on a downhill slope
And he work at Shake Shack
Bitch, I'm that nigga
What the fuck you mean I don't got no
Green when you know I'm worth six figures?
Tryna act like a bougie
Ho, you are delusional
Something ain't right 'bout that image
Had to get shit straight for the record
Big enough for you to see in the Guinness
Only here for the fame, you trying
To hard for a name
So stop with the gimmicks
This motherfucker must be stupid
Like, you thought I was dumb or some shit
You thought me and Doowop was
Dumb or some shit?
Get your mind right, crazy
(Why didn't you pay for this beat, though?)