Lyrics to Sandbox Raps
High-fly ball into right field
She is gone
(jackpott)
(Ediba, you got one?)
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
I get energy from that hate you sendin' me
I get intricate, intertwinin' enemies
I can touch him all, uh, somethin' like centipedes
He ain't seen the signs, he know that he finna bleed, huh
Lil' boy say he a rap star
Turn that lil' boy to a track star
Thirty shots, he ain't evеn get that far
Then speed off in a real black car
(Slow it down, I feel likе I'm Shaq in the paint now)
(I know he a square, so we taxin' on the drank now)
Should I text, ho?
Or go and take his ho?
I done did him so damn dirty, I don't even think I can keep the score
Got yo' momma on a yacht, I call this the sugar-boat
I know that I'm doin' right, yo' hatin' gon' let me know
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
When we celebrate we gon' drink out the bottle
How you gon' quit today? You could win tomorrow
I'm gettin' rich, not worryin' 'bout who I follow
In the club with a baddie, she white like a Moscato
Yo' ass gon' scroll, bitch, I wake up and troll you
I'm gettin' these racks, I can't even fuckin' control you
Glock 19, I know you go-gon' fake on me
Hate on me, I got three bitches, come fuck me like ABC
Pass 'em off that two-assist
I came from some sewer shit
Under-gutter, undercover niggas, I can't do ya, bitch
Watch yo' gang, niggas'll know yo' name and think they know yo' pain
I stayed the same, 'cause you know this real shit runnin' in my veins
She is gone
(jackpott)
(Ediba, you got one?)
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
I get energy from that hate you sendin' me
I get intricate, intertwinin' enemies
I can touch him all, uh, somethin' like centipedes
He ain't seen the signs, he know that he finna bleed, huh
Lil' boy say he a rap star
Turn that lil' boy to a track star
Thirty shots, he ain't evеn get that far
Then speed off in a real black car
(Slow it down, I feel likе I'm Shaq in the paint now)
(I know he a square, so we taxin' on the drank now)
Should I text, ho?
Or go and take his ho?
I done did him so damn dirty, I don't even think I can keep the score
Got yo' momma on a yacht, I call this the sugar-boat
I know that I'm doin' right, yo' hatin' gon' let me know
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
Ayy, what really, what really is you livin' for?
You lil' niggas is silly, Vanilli awards
Come and clear the sandbox and we got bigger toys (Uh)
When the plane land, yeah, we gon' buy out the stores
When we celebrate we gon' drink out the bottle
How you gon' quit today? You could win tomorrow
I'm gettin' rich, not worryin' 'bout who I follow
In the club with a baddie, she white like a Moscato
Yo' ass gon' scroll, bitch, I wake up and troll you
I'm gettin' these racks, I can't even fuckin' control you
Glock 19, I know you go-gon' fake on me
Hate on me, I got three bitches, come fuck me like ABC
Pass 'em off that two-assist
I came from some sewer shit
Under-gutter, undercover niggas, I can't do ya, bitch
Watch yo' gang, niggas'll know yo' name and think they know yo' pain
I stayed the same, 'cause you know this real shit runnin' in my veins
