SWEETBOY ft. Zodeae & COLIAL Lyrics

We pull up 50 deep hundred hands Hecatoncheires

Catch you in the open and we giving out lobotomies

Cross me like a Christian and you right where all the problems be

Triple six clique bitch, me and Mephistopheles

Bad bitches love me, I don't need to do apologies

Her mans hating on me, then I know he just a wannabe

Tell her I'm a demon and she like to worship on her knees

She talk about some cash, I want it all like Monopoly

(yuh yuh)

YUHH

And I'm mobbing with the gang

I carry energy, cause I've carried all the pain

And it's tossing in my brain

I told you I'ma run it up, I still feel the same

AY AY

And don't you ever try to follow me

I've been acting different cause I'm harder than you wanna be

AY AY

And my heart was never hollow

I just had to distance so my dad could say he proud of me

(he is)

Shit ain't really that sweet, boy (nah)

Unless you wanna tell me what you got inside that jeep, boy (what)

Uh

Shit, you're late for work, get your ass up before I take your turf uh (gimme dat)

I'm just such a hater (heh)

I don't know, I just wanna take your taters uh (shit)

Put the bass to work

Pussy-pussy ass boy I'll put your face to dirt

I pop molly for breakfast blood in my necklace

Agitate my soul I'm getting too restless

Might pop a perc so I can see them demons yeah

Dirty cup with ice, I got no vision

Trap like the 80s on a Motorola phone

I ran a 50 up to another fucking zone

Now I'm counting P's up, all my silver looking chrome

Big titty goth bitch tryna give me done

Fuck from the back, I give a curse

Hold up, bitch, from the back, I hear a verse

Mixin' up my potions; the water a bloody murk

Put another body in pits up in the dirt

Fuck from the back, I give a curse

Hold up, bitch, from the back, I hear a verse

Mixin' up my potions; the water a bloody murk

Put another body in pits up in the dirt

We pull up 50 deep hundred hands Hecatoncheires

Catch you in the open and we giving out lobotomies

Cross me like a Christian and you right where all the problems be

Triple six clique bitch, me and Mephistopheles

Bad bitches love me, I don't need to do apologies

Her mans hating on me, then I know he just a wannabe

Tell her I'm a demon and she like to worship on her knees

She talk about some cash, I want it all like Monopoly