Sandy Cheeks

By GBE STRAP

On ZotNDaBooth

Released on January 17, 2025

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[Intro]

Yes, damn (Burn this bih) (Whoo wee)

Like fuck, come on, come on

Damn, damn, come on

Grabba, grabba

Grabba

Fight like that, nigga

Shut yo -


[Verse]

Cops on a nigga block in the daytime

Turn the lights off made this bih pitch black

Dripped out the whip good, it sound like successive

Fuck it, where the P whip? Make him sign with Progressive

I don't give a damn if a nigga drive a Tesla

Hit that bitch up, make it drive by itself

Pick a battle, but a nigga better be careful

Let me see you fight, they not finessin’

Then they block ran and they tryna play catch up

I'm not no trapper, I'm a regular pedestrian

Send me that pussy, that hoe keep on sextin’

Fake tough on the lit, now that boy scary

Put on a ski, masked up, Jim Carrey

Flashin' the racks, now he donate to charity

My lil' ho the other half but she the better me

I want them M right now, I ain't settling

Step out, I'm fresh in here sound like a peppermint

Havin' real drip man, this shit Balenci'

New A dope, boy I ain't wear no Dickies

Feds on my track, that shit get sticky

Roll to the bank, try to pull out blue Benjis

Call the gang a pack, run the back end quickly

Come grab you a QP .350

Real bloodhound, can’t pull a Q50

This one all black, I’m a Grinch, no Christmas

Used to let my cover up on Pinterest

Give a nigga gang, I ain't gotta do it, listen

Steady showing fake love, keep it at a distance

Walk around clutching my fye, it’s an instinct

Buddy think he big, now he know everything

He a fake street nigga rappin' 'bout cocaine

Why the hell you trappin' ’bout a half, grab a whole thing

I'm a real ghost, I ain't even know my own name

Million dollar in my pocket, I'm still gon' eat chicken wings

I'm at the trap right now, come visit me

Turn my tape in, they gon' wire me a ten piece

How to street shit man, a real nigga quote me

Geeked out, how you get to talkin' 'bout twelve

I ain't sign shit but the money, I'm deaf

Step over the bag, nigga better be careful

I got the fye tote all in my belt loop

Geeked up off drug, shit selling my mood

Bump 5 the pack drac', go and get loose

Like I'm playing a guitar way swingin' this bitch

Real hood baby, got my name on her bricks

Just tryna' rap, I ain't really tryna' politic

Planes that roll, nigga cover my wrists

Fine shit give me that look, now we cuddlin'

Get out on buddy, they sayin' don't shut the fit

Take 12 through the pack, drip over the other fix

One with the second, my brisset's ain't fumbling

Shoot at your partner too, nigga if he runnin' wit' you

J5 crib and I promise you they tryna get you

Step back shooter over the head, nigga Derek Fisher

Wipe that boy nose, give that fuck nigga tissue

Get back, I ain't got no time frame I'ma get you

Come on

Grabba

Wipe a fuck nigga nose, get him some tissue

Get back, I ain't got no time frame I'ma get you

Come on, grabba