Combative Soldiers - Papoose, The Game

Honey bee

Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me

Don’t fly away from my (Heart)

Don’t you do it, don’t you do it

I can’t stand it

I’m honored to work with Swizz Beatz

GS 300s and Benz, Jeeps

Gucci link chains and gold caps to big teeth

Smartest merchant vessel commander captains who swim deep

You floating in a boat with a whole head in them Schitt’s Creek

Combative soldiers, a black fortune who been street

Burning US currency, dead presidents impeached

Playing basketball by the garbage where homeless men eat

Had to clap the backboard, couldn’t dunk it the rim weak

Corner stone splitting a dollar, got 50 cents each

Screaming Ill, looking at jars of pickled pig feet

If her mind state ain’t attractive, she ain’t a ten piece

Looking through the shell of a woman, beauty is skin deep

Kids sacrificing their lives tryna make ends meet

The cemetery had social distanced, buried them six feet

Man, the block hot as a horny dog, we in heat

Bailed out, saved by the bell, like Zack and Screech

Honey bee

Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me

Don’t fly away from my (Heart)

Don’t you do it, don’t you do it

I can’t stand it

My hostlers dependentelic killas a ball shaped as a gram scammer

Sony Walkman headphones over the bandana

Hold the chopper like the old camcorder the hand camera

Gun powder residue cleaning it the hand santa

Ties are unloading the bullets out of a jam hammer

Dropping spare changing the empty cup of a panhandler

Bricks come in squares I make them dance the square dancer

Cooking coke white as the teeth on the vaneer wearer

Put the gun right to his eardrum he can’t hear us

Bucking ears I wasn’t even nowhere near Tampa

Hooptie with the broken defrosters cracked antenna

Roll a window down with the crank handle to clear the mirrors

Towing LMG’s like Call of Duty you can’t scare us

Led your team to a deathmatch all of your man’s campers

Author of journalism written with well-prepared grammar

Watching horror flicks in the mansion the 50 chair theater

Honey bee

Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me

Don’t fly away from my (Heart)

Don’t you do it, don’t you do it

I can’t stand it