SWEET ft. Royze Lyrics

Tell me why they got their hands out

They know I ain't gon shake it

Quit trying to flex your bands out

I know you ain't gon make it

They saying I do not stand out

I know that I don't fake it

So I'm rolling a few grams now

Wait for the spot, I'll take it

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

I feel like a king I'm on my throne now

Catching shows now

Talking round like I don't know how

But I'm grown now

The kid was always in his zone, pow

What I wrote

Bound to be a killer on the mic

I spit on hoes now

Ugh, Bring it right back to the past

In a flask, all filled, sip sip sip

On a track, I kill, rip rip rip

They say when I spit, I'm fire, I'm lit

Like a cig we smoke that shit shit shit

I'm smoking it down and I'm melting the gold

You sure got the bronze, but I'm going for gold

I'm that type when I get one night

We play those games, I switch controls

X's and O's

I'm sure you know I keep my bars holstered

I'm going underwater, you in the bath with a toaster

No sir, I rock these bitches that's why I'm a stoner

Left hickeys on her neck cause I know she likes wearing chokers

Tell me why they got their hands out

They know I ain't gon shake it

Quit trying to flex your bands out

I know you ain't gon make it

They saying I do not stand out

I know that I don't fake it

So I'm rolling a few grams now

Wait for the spot, I'll take it

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Ayo Royze talk to em bruh

Ay we be on that dopest shit,

I just pulled up on the mic, and treat it like some open shit

Blessings coming in the mail, and I ain't even opened shit

Moved out of the city, now in Texas on that loco shit, that loco loco

Motherfucker really be our time right now yeah

Coming out on top right now yeah

Aw shit,

Look here we go again

Told y'all we'll take this shit

Look how we took it again, and they looking again

No stage no date, no game don't play go back

Don't play no game, step back and watch just how we step this shit up

Saying that we don't got no click on my shit, now they gonna see some,

Yeah told y'all we'll take this for real

Now we just took this shit and let it ring on y'all like

Tell me why they got their hands out

They know I ain't gon shake it

Quit trying to flex your bands out

I know you ain't gon make it

They saying I do not stand out

I know that I don't fake it

So I'm rolling a few grams now

Wait for the spot, I'll take it

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet

Don't talk to me tryna be sweet