Go Sit

(Ayy yo, that's Nick)

Why would you cuff that bitch
Thinkin' where the ho gained a hit?
(Ha, ayy)
One of my twins got caught for that body
He gotta go sit (Phew, phew)
Ever get caught with the stick
You know I'ma do 'bout six
(I'ma do 'bout six)
You know it's Roxy with Tris'
Somewhere coolin' with my bitch
(Ayy yo, that's Nick)
I was in Dallas just ridin' in
Fashion, huh, just slidin' in traffic
You know you can't catch this
I'm on Roxy for breakfast
I made this for a year
Who would've guessed it? I ran up a M on my
Own, ain't even sign no deal
Got these lil' niggas guessin' (Ha)
You ain't even live on your own
He still up in his mama crib
And this nigga just stressin'
Yeah, she a bad bitch, and she get fly, yeah
All on her own (And she get geeked)
Yeah, she a bad bitch, and
Shе get racks, nigga, all on her own
I like 'еm grown (I like 'em grown)
Damn, she playin' my songs
She like my songs, she turnin' me on
(Turnin' me on)
Nigga, they turnin' you off
Yeah, he thought he was hot but he not, huh
Nigga, he said we was
Stealin' his swag, nigga
We ain't even know he dropped
(Even know he dropped)
Kapital fleece with a Goyard belt
With the racks nigga, sit on the top
These niggas sit around all day
All this shit be lame
These niggas still think they could hate
They way to the top

(These niggas still thinkin' they could hate
They way to the top)
(Yeah, she play my songs) (Mm-hm)
(Ha, my nigga caught him that body
He gotta go sit)
(Double R shit, double R shit, mm-hm)