[Intro] Regina, you're wearing sweat pants. It's Monday *So?* So that's against the rules and you can't sit with us *Whatever* You can't sit with us!
[Verse 1] Coca spittin fire but this outfit on some icy shit Bitches 'bout that life around the world is who I'm likely with Ain't been off my game bitch I've been working I don't like to switch Turn nothin' to somethin' From the hood and I don't like to bitch Can a youngin get some space Imma get 'em murked any day Niggas hit the corner everyday We gon' get paid anyway Hoes gettin' turnt at the show Pound of the ush for the roll All the times I hustle on the low If cops tryna ask we don't know, ho
[Pre-Hook] Look at me Bitch look at you All them niggas lookin' at me Ain't nobody lookin' at you (Hahahaha)
[Hook] You bitches can't sit with me You bitches can't sit with me This spot's reserved for me You bitches can't sit with me You bitches can't sit with me You bitches can't sit with me
[Verse 2] I be gettin' turnt bitch All the time my homies off the shits I ain't got no energy for niggas on some softer shit Once I'm out the crib It's straight to ridin' in them proper whips I am out your league I'm not the one who you should argue with Y'all doin' somthin' for a milla Nine or the bitch realer Pussy bitch I ain't gon' kill ya But only cause I got a family off killers Got the white boy Mac Miller Smokin' on that loud from my dealer All white straight from the dealer Now it's off to the islands and the villas, ho
[Pre-Hook & Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
