Sweet lyrics
by Izaya Tiji
[Chorus]
(f*ck you, Eli)
(Slayworld Soldiers, up next)
Your mans sweet like honey
(Honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(Foolie)
[Verse]
We got the big gas in the tank
Smoking on moon rock, finna faint
I'm where the reg at, where you ain't
(Bee!)
I'm rolling big bags like cocaine
And I got lean, lean, I'm a vet
I'm with the chain gang, keep bling
Rolling a backwood in the rain
Smoking on cat p*ss in this rain
Yeah, we get the big sticks where I came from
You n*ggas is just a shame
You n*ggas ain't the same, bruh
You n*ggas too lame, bruh
(Go)
I see red like crab
(Like crab)
You know I'm serving tabs
(Tabs)
Girl, get off my di*k
(My di*k)
You know I'm serving pounds
(No)
Izaya Tiji (Ooh)
Wrist wear, it look like Fiji
(It look like Fiji)
All you b*tches, too teasy
I shoot guns, like some BBs
(Like some BBs)
And I'm pouring, it's too easy
(It's too easy)
She be lying, eenie meenie
Don't shoot, no, don't beat me
Uh
[Chorus 2]
(f*ck you, Eli)
Your mans sweet like honey
(He so sweet like honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Them toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(A foolie)
Your mans sweet like honey
(Like some honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(With them OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Oh, them toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(Oh, you know)
[Verse 2]
You know I'm at the trap spot
(Spot)
And I'm armed up with a red dot
(With a red dot)
You can hold the stick just like cross
(Like a damn cross)
We don't care but we will cut his drop
(f*ck you, Eli)
We just on you like a label
Got to chewing then we put him on a table
(We put him on a table)
Rolling dice, but no, boy we do not gamble
(No we do not gamble)
We do sh*t, and we do it with my handle
I gotta get my dying ring
I gotta get my paring ring
I gotta get my damn clothes
I gotta feed my damn kids
Better not tell my damn bro's, we turn you to air—
We got hella ammo, I might let the sh*t go
Your mans sweet like honey
Riding 'round, with them OGs
Oh, you know, I keep my toolie
Oh, boy you so foolie