Sittin Outside
I just crashed my truck, I crashed that bitch, I'm sittin' outside (Pull up, pull up, hey)
Yeah, I just crashed my truck, I crashed that bitch, I'm sittin' outside
I just hit my plug, I hit that boy, finna get me right
I just hit my plug, I filled my lean, where's my supply
I know my payment's right, that boy better be on time
And I can never sell my soul for fame, I'd rather die
Oh, wait shit this rhymes, I didn't even try
I had a dream
I said I had a dream, that I racked up a mil (racks, racks)
The devil cut a deal, I turned it down like ew (uhh)
What's a mil to a hunnid, what's a hunnid to a mil
My lifestyle's locked and fully sealed, it's not a joke boy I'm for real
They all claiming that they want this shit, but they won't work for it
They don't work for it, I put in work for this
Rockin new designer every day, splashin' out with Vuittonix
I don't care, I'm bein' honest, I just threw some boots on it
Trappin hard my money, bloated', it's the truth, bro, Vegas, goin
SI jewellery flawless coatin, I been up, yeah, I been ballin
I can't take them serious, them boys hilarious
They think they scarin' us, then why they darin' us
Yeah, I just crashed my truck (Skrrr), I crashed that bitch, I'm sittin' outside
Yeah, I just hit my plug, I hit that boy, finna get me right
I just hit my plug, I filled my lean, where's my supply
I know my payment's right, that boy better be on time
And I can never sell myself for fame, I'd rather die
Oh wait shit this rhymes, I didn't even try
I had a dream
Yeah, I just crashed my truck, I crashed that bitch, I'm sittin' outside
I just hit my plug, I hit that boy, finna get me right
I just hit my plug, I filled my lean, where's my supply
I know my payment's right, that boy better be on time
And I can never sell my soul for fame, I'd rather die
Oh, wait shit this rhymes, I didn't even try
I had a dream
I said I had a dream, that I racked up a mil (racks, racks)
The devil cut a deal, I turned it down like ew (uhh)
What's a mil to a hunnid, what's a hunnid to a mil
My lifestyle's locked and fully sealed, it's not a joke boy I'm for real
They all claiming that they want this shit, but they won't work for it
They don't work for it, I put in work for this
Rockin new designer every day, splashin' out with Vuittonix
I don't care, I'm bein' honest, I just threw some boots on it
Trappin hard my money, bloated', it's the truth, bro, Vegas, goin
SI jewellery flawless coatin, I been up, yeah, I been ballin
I can't take them serious, them boys hilarious
They think they scarin' us, then why they darin' us
Yeah, I just crashed my truck (Skrrr), I crashed that bitch, I'm sittin' outside
Yeah, I just hit my plug, I hit that boy, finna get me right
I just hit my plug, I filled my lean, where's my supply
I know my payment's right, that boy better be on time
And I can never sell myself for fame, I'd rather die
Oh wait shit this rhymes, I didn't even try
I had a dream
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Writer(s): Tevin Mensah
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