[Chorus: Kur] I feel like all these niggas in the way If you ain't tryna get it, you in the way Sittin around, sittin around Me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it
[Verse 1: Kur] Them little quarters I was grabbin, they ain't pay for shit Real 2012 niggas wasn't playin my shit Dropped pound cake, niggas breakin up with their bitch I done upgrade since then, stay on my shit So long, long time, I was prayin for this shit I remember spittin rhymes out the basement and shit I was tryna make dubs, so I straightened the shit Ain't tell m how I'm coming, I'm creative as shit When it's dark out, don't go out, stay in the crib Ain't matter if it's cold, we goin stay on the drip Shit, going slow, catch me in the mix I was tryna play the phone, parked up in the whip My little sister counting on me, can't fuck up this shit White bands on me, I'm in the back, roll me up some shit Me and the fam too popular to post on the strip I still post in the strip, be there for the niggas that be going through shit Grab a couple gang, start blowin this shit Anybod stunt on us, we start throwin that shit Before I had fame, I was off in them nicks Really in my hood, I'm there often as shit All the times I lay, bout to spark up again I been humble, but I'm ready to start talkin my shit Had times in my life when I was ready to quit It was real fucked up, but I ain't settle for shit I remember wearin Pradas, but they wasn't legit Best believe I'm the hottest, and I'm fuckin up shit Any nigga have a problem, I go get the stick Bitch gettin on my nerves, bout to choke out the bitch I'm on Lean, I'm slerin, but I'm focused as shit
[Chorus: Kur] I feel like all these niggas in the way If you ain't tryna get it, you in the way Sittin around, sittin around Me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Fuck sittin around, I gotta get it Shout out my niggas that's rockin with it Remember I didn't have a pot to piss in Now every day I pull up in something different Catch me in the Rari, or something wikid Your chick is a black belt, she tryna kick it Guns on the shoulder, my soldiers ready Got the mic in her hand, and she hold it steady Been winnin so long, haters don't effect me I don't chop Bs like my name Versetti We get it by any means nesisary Got a chick on my lap, and she vegitary Or maybe vegan, late night we be creepin Oh man, we be ballen, eatin all weekend You ain't take me out, I be playin all season I'm that young guy, that you see and believe in Yeah, they pray for me They should through a parade for me Them young kids, they line up and wait for me They the ones that made a way for me She act like she wanted a date from me Shauty so sweet like a Paistrey And I'm gettin that bread like a bakery Don't try to beat it, you can't take me Out in Philly gettin Cheese Stakes, they poppin wealies on the speadway They tryna give me 3, but I need 8 In that bank account, I'm goin leaves K Fuck all that he say she say Girl, we could do this in a 3 way Shout out to the DJ He keep the party on replay
[Chorus: Kur] I feel like all these niggas in the way If you ain't tryna get it, you in the way Sittin around, sittin around Me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
