Cordae, Joey Bada$$ Syrup Sandwiches

Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh Bad bitches with bad habits Sundresses, the skin is out But you know how I feel about you The sun is shinin', my daughter is gorgeous Our bond is beautiful, our lovin' is more than mutual Funds are stacked, killin' tracks, runnin' rap When I hear these niggas talk, it's a ton of cap And my bro move bass like Thundercat Every two weeks, the nigga make a hundred racks It's nothin' to me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me You're butlers to me, them young niggas uppin' the heat They stuck to the streets, like concrete, the hustle's in me They say you gotta beat the block up 'til your knuckles'll bleed That mean a nigga gotta rap until the pen out of ink Your team weak, like Justin Timberlake, y'all been out of sync A nigga skatin' on the beat, shit, I could rent out the rink I gotta get this money first, shawty, then I can link Let's head to the beach, and then she give me head on the beach She just ate the dick up, but now she fed up with me It's just us against the world, but keep your head up with me Slow and steady, but I'm tryna get this bread up to speed Eatin' good, workin' out, shit, I'm invested in me I'm that nigga, most definitely, yeah Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh Bad bitches with bad habits Sundresses, the skin is out But you know how I feel about you, baby But you know how I feel about you, baby (Badman) But you know (Uh), how I feel about you, baby Once again, in this song, the prettiest on in elegant form I stay Comme des Garçons and readily armed If looks could kill, he'll already be gone I drip too hard, you niggas couldn't weather the storm Let alone stop the rain or block my aim, this not no game So you better watch how you drop my name Don't you know my niggas pop them things for some pocket change? He'll stick you up and rock your chains So stop it, lame, me and you, we not the same I got a whole different drive, you can't block my lane Me and Cordae, back to back, identical V's Two M's on the keys, so she ready to leave And do whatever I please, wear her heart on her sleeves I got a God complex, so she down on her knees No religion, I believe in me, blessed to be I'm that nigga, most definitely, you heard? Yeah Syrup sandwiches, sugar water, uh Bad bitches with bad habits Sundresses, the skin is out But you know how I feel about you, baby But you know how I feel about you, baby But you know how I feel about you, baby