Sit Down

Who is this nigga saying he about to wipe out the gang, this boy better sit down
I got to slime you out
This nigga snitch like a mouse
I got pics of your house
Nigga just wait till i get out

Jason in that hoe untouched nigga get out
My bullets gone touch em they find em attractive
Steady punching yo face cause he think like Patrick
Who is this bitch saying she smoking me i'm still alive
Bitch i'm in juvie nigga i ain't die
And you still cuffing that hoe you ain't even a cop
Wait i ain't even gone lie

Yo ass is kind of twelve
How you want to kill me if you want to kill yourself
You my son you get hit with a belt
Can't beef with the gang gone head and try some else
I'ma real crash dummy i don't got none left
This nigga he got to die
I'm trying to take someone life
Tell that opp nigga come outside
I'm calling my five he drawing his fye
You fixing to go bye-bye
Nigga said that he gone slide
We all know that he lying
I'm trying to make this shit right
Baby you don't got to put up a fight
I want to know is we fucking tonight
We paralyze em if he survive
My nigga died with his gun
Baby bad and she light skin like a honey bun
You blowing my phone little hoe what you want
I couldn't shoot back my bro shot his gun
My name still stay in the mix
I'm not fixing to argue this nigga a bitch
I can't comprehend this shit make no sense
I slide with no mind i lost my sense
I want to fuck on yo bitch too
She want to suck on this dick too
I'm fixing to fuck on his bitch too
She want to eat on this dick too



Credits
Writer(s): La’quon Holt
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