Sit Back

Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope
Feeling Alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope

Taking a trip, I hit that
Right off the rip, I sit back
Acting too lit, don't post that
Leaving no prints, don't touch that
Bitch on my gang, I did that
Don't feel the same, don't text back
Don't hate the game, hate the players
Who run that, gun down
Running in the street off two tabs
Hundreds in a blue bag, move that

Hard to explain, but I knew that
Life ain't the same, you new jack
Jocking my style, you blew that
Tryna come up with a new cap
Snapback, whack lil bitch I don't do that
Trying to front and act tough
My boys had enough and run through that
Spin on your dudes for a few racks
Fuck around, get you and your crew whacked
I been here, been hearing clearly jealous cats
Who lack what I have when they shoot back
Muffled sounds like the can on my mac
Can it, corny rappers, Campbell's brand, getting wrapped
Make it pop with no hands
Andy War(hol) with stars
Hammer put you in a jam
Let it crack and I space them
Momma crying while they peel your mask
Living fast, bitch, you might crash
From throwing hands with my old man
To picking new rims and flicking through bands

Taking a trip, I hit that
Right off the rip, I sit back
Acting too lit, don't post that
Leaving no prints, don't touch that
Bitch on my gang, I did that
Don't feel the same, don't text back
Don't hate the game, hate the players
Who run that, gun down
Running in the street off two tabs
Hundreds in a blue bag, move that

Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope
Feeling alone
Out of my mind, and into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, my money all gone
Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope
Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope

81 had my mom's back, shady guns in my compact
Everybody want money, petty Teddy leave ya falling from a big blast
Teddy dead, bitch, I'm free at last
When my boys come, bring the bags
Bitch, it's facts, even if I'm slurring words I'm thinking fast

Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope
Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, my money all gone

Taking a trip, I hit that
Right off the rip, I sit back
Acting too lit, don't post that
Leaving no prints, don't touch that
Bitch on my gang, I did that
Don't feel the same, don't text back
Don't hate the game, hate the players
Who run that, gun down
Running in the street off two tabs
Hundreds in a blue bag, move that

Feeling alone
Out of my mind, into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, or money or dope
Feeling alone
Out of my mind, and into my zone
Bitch, I'm a lot
Fix me with love, my money all gone