Pit Stop

Man, you already know the fuck going on
It's big SG shit round here
We got bad bitches, good gas
And all the drink your ass could imagine
Man, and don't you act like we ain't been out here after it
Like we ain't been active, boy
If you play with us, shit is liable to get tragic
My nigga stand up guys for life
SG4L sandbox shit, you know the code, nigga

Yeah, yeah
Niggas falling out of my lane, I had to slide on em
Really wasn't feeling the same after the diamonds
That's some shit I can't entertain, ain't got the time for it
Money only thing on my brain, chain on me shining
Big rocks, type when I walk by it make a bitch stop
I got big pot smell it bussin' out the Ziploc (Damn)
Life is different when you this hot (Sheesh)
When you in like Austin Dillon, ain't no pit stop

Since the jit my mind been dangerous
Ain't that go for me and every single nigga that I hang with
Ain't have no silver spoon, yeah, my big bro, he kept a stainless
For self-defense, said he fighting odds and he gon' change it
All of a sudden my lane switch, I ain't been on that same shit
I'm yelling out big SG when they asking me who I bang with
Bad bitch gon' point at me when they ask her who she came with
The same bitch who gon' point at you when they ask her who on lame shit
I'm here to show that everything you see ain't what it seem
I bet my ex be mad when she see me on TV screen
Chasing cheddar stacking green, I got feta in my jeans
Tailor begging me to stop it, I keep busting out my seams

Niggas falling out of my lane, I had to slide on em
Really wasn't feeling the same after the diamonds
Got some shit I can't entertain, ain't got the time for them
Money only thing on my brain, chain on me shining
Big rocks, type when I walk by it make a bitch stop
I got big pots, smell it bustin' out the Ziploc
Life is different when you this hot
Shit, when you in like Austin Dillon, ain't no pit stop

Keep it spinning through the gridlock
Swear my wrist watch got you feelin like the lil guy
When that body pop I get her screaming for a nut just like a chipmunk
She mad I only hit once
I lost her like a hiccup
We coppin, only option is designer on our get up
Type of guap where you get problems and they'd kill to do a stick up
They tryna get me zipped up, lit up just like it's Christmas
I told them niggas keep up, wig tucked cause they be bitches
Damn
I can't believe I wasted time on em
Talked behind my back I turned around and had to shine on em
Laid it on the line for all the diamonds, had to grind for it
Brodie held me down, copped him an AP I put time on it

Niggas falling out of my lane, I had to slide on em
Really wasn't feeling the same after the diamonds
Got some shit I can't entertain, ain't got the time for them
Money only thing on my brain, chain on me shining
Big rocks, type when I walk by it make a bitch stop
I got big pots, smell it bustin' out the Ziploc
Life is different when you this hot
Sheesh, when you in like Austin Dillon, ain't no pit stop



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Writer(s): Brenden Mccrae
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