Sit Ups

Ya dig

They hate me cause they say I switched up

I got my shit up

I pull up, your bitch want a picture

I get the big bucks

Lil thotty, she can't get my dick up

She doing sit ups

When I call, that bitch finna pick up

Or I'ma quit her

I'm dripping

I'm sitting on 24's

My foes get .44

These hoes get phony phone

Numbers, I'm on my own

I'm grown, 100k for the taxes

I'm in a whole other bracket,

I can not rock with you

Make sure that you talkin' heavy

If I'm finna slide with you

I'm trapping for survival

Keep my left hand on the bible

And my right hand on the rifle

Rims be spinning like a vinyl

Keep it going with the psycho

Rubbing shoulders with your idols

My show

Get flown, they gimme dome

My chrome is in my lap

And I never leave it alone (yeah)

I trust you as much as you give me dome

Baby bone on my own

I give a fuck about what you want hoe

Run inside the trap house

And that shit is looking like a zoo

Grinding for that shit

So I'ma do what I wanna do

Never love a bitch

'Cause she gonna choose

Who she wanna choose

I'm counting new hundreds 'til they blue

Like a fucking bruise

Look at me, then look at you

Then look at your life

I be lowkey stacking bread with my homies and my wife

Would you wanna ride slow with me?

Am I someone that you're willing to die for baby?

Let me know (yeah)

Gucci wallet Wall-E wanna bang

I'm the fucking man

Shout out to my plug out in Japan

Don't know what he's saying

Coco with the loko, I'm insane

Higher than a plane

Hoe you wasn't with me through the rain

And the fucking pain

When I was trying to get it popping where the fuck were you?

Used to pull up on my granny for a buck or two

She held it down for me, never believed that I would lose

Now I got two whips outside my crib that never even move