The Sit Down

Gang time nigga

Ayy, it ain't shit to talk about Cashed out on it

I ain't have to walk it down

I got money on deck

I ain't gotta call around I be fleeing from them

Bitches 'fore l ever toss it out

You tryna turn your body to a faucet, huh?

Tell them labels don't come petty

I come from the block

Nigga you ain't got no paper

You your fucking opp

Told lil' baby weigh her options

You gon' fuck or not?

Yeah, this shit hanging out my pocket

Got it from the opps

Went and cleaned them niggas out

Just bought another mop

If he up that stick then we gon' cut him down

Gotta go re-up again 'cause I keep running out

Yeah, these niggas rap cap

Hit him in his head and Knock his hat backwards

I just bought a Cuban cost a scat package

I can't argue with no nigga Ain't in my tax bracket

We can argue about the prices

I'ma still tax you

Still calling plays like l'm Phil Jackson

Yeah that Palm Angels fit me like a Nike Tech Cut into a bad bitch

Like tell me what's the price for that

I wouldn't call it cheating 'cause she wrote me

I ain't write her back

Said she wanna fuck me 'cause I like to flex

Hit 'em with that roaster 'cause I like to stretch

We gon' wipe that nigga nose 'cause

He look like he sick nigga

It's forty on my wrist, match my waist

Thirty in that big mac, I'm safe

These blue strips on that Drac'

Twenty on a lawyer, fuck my case

Twenty on me that I just made I ain't even gotta touch my bank