Sweet (Prod. 10G.eli) lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck you Eli
Slayworld soldiers, up next

[Chorus]
Your man's sweet like honey (Honey)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (OG's)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Toolies)
Oh you know you a foolie (Foolie)

[Verse 1]
We got that big gas in the tank, smokin' on moonrock finna faint
I'm in a real jet while you ain't (Bih), I want big pack okay
And I got lean lean okay, I'm with the chain gang keep [?]
Movin' a backwood n*gga [?], movin' catp*ss yeah it's rank
We got the big sticks where I came from
You n*ggas is a shame bruh, you n*ggas ain't the same bruh (No)
You n*ggas too lame bruh (Oh)
pus*y red like crab (Like crab)
Know I'm servin' tabs (Tabs)
Girl get off my di*k (My di*k)
Know I'm servin' pack (Oh)
Izaya Tiji (Ooh), wrist water look like fiji (Look like fiji)
Oh you b*tch, you been teasing (Ayy, yeah)
I shoot guns, like 'em BBs (Bought somе BBs)
Wanna [?] it's too easy (It's too easy)
She pick onе, eenie meenie (Eenie meenie)
Oh she only pick me
f*ck you Eli

[Chorus]
Your man's sweet like honey (He's so sweet like honey)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (OG's)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Toolies)
Oh you know you a foolie (Foolie)
Your man's sweet like honey (Like some honey) (He is)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (With the OG's) (I am)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Oh them toolies) (I do)
Oh you know you a foolie (Oh you know)

[Verse 2]
I'm at the drug spot (Spot), and I'm armed with a red dot (With a red dot)
You get [?] just like a [?] (Like a damn [?])
We don't care but we will cut you dry ([?])
f*ck you Eli
Read the opp just like a label (Yeah, yeah)
Stack the cheese, then we put it on the table (we put it on the table)
Rollin' dice but li'l boy we do not gamble (No we do not gamble)
We do sh*t and we do it wit' my handle (Boy)
I gotta get my bankroll (Boy) (Nah nah nah nah)
I gotta get my bankroll (Boy) (Nah nah nah nah)
I gotta get my damn clothes, I gotta feed my damn bros (Nah nah nah nah)
Ayy, better not talk bout my damn bros
We turn you to air (Nah nah nah nah)
We got hella ammo, Imma let that sh*t go (Oh)
[Outro]
Your man's sweet like honey
Ridin' 'round with the OG's
And you know I keep my toolie
Li'l boy you so foolie