Sittin on It - Jose Guapo, Pee Wee Longway, Young Thug

Flippin the pack, I’m just sittin on it

Guap got 50,000 in his back pocket, sittin on it

Got a whole hundred thousand in the bag, just sittin on it

Posted up in the cut with a brick, just sittin on it

Thugger!

I’m not gettin cash, so that’s what you tellin me

You look through my weed, it’s not strong, you whisper, that’s what you tellin

me

I know that young Guap ain’t no snitch, but he keep on tellin me

Take a bad bitch, she skinny like she from the 70s

Young Guapo, young Guapo, I ordered them tacos

He told me he brought back them nachos

She moved 20 packs, and he bought her a pare of Balenciagas

If he ever catch you with all of your jewelry, you better have Gyco

Young Longway got bands in the kitchen, he beatin the pot like Tyson

Young Thugger pick your ass off like a sniper

Young Thugger catch your bitch down, and he bite her

My diamonds keep hittin, I just call them fighters

Don’t fall for young Guapo, he just a one nighter

Flippin the pack, I’m just sittin on it

Guap got 50,000 in his back pocket, sittin on it

Got a whole hundred thousand in the bag, just sittin on it

Posted up in the cut with a brick, just sittin on it

We ain’t trippin off shit

Spent a million dollars on a yacht, bitch

I got a top on the Rari, let the top down when I get top, bitch

I’m a 7 figure nigga, got a bunch of niggas that’ll pop shit

Bitch piped up, she doin what she doin, got Shanell all over her

Imma keep hittin licks, got bankrolls all over me

I’m taylor made, you don’t know what your doin, this crocodile

Got 35 backwoods, smokin that for a while

Got Thug with me, he hit whenever I say shoot

Mayback, what it do, can’t forget about the tech

Hundred bands in our pants, that’s a hundred racks, we some Zone 3 rich niggas

Flippin the pack, I’m just sittin on it

Guap got 50,000 in his back pocket, sittin on it

Got a whole hundred thousand in the bag, just sittin on it

Posted up in the cut with a brick, just sittin on it

Hundred bands in my back pockets, ridin in the Benz

Turned the fuck up, the plug walked in

Hit up Guapo, he got two beans

Bitch, we ain’t sittin down, we standin on shit

In the section full of bands, the bitches wanna bend

Bitch, do your favorite dance, bitch, I’m a d boy, got bands in my pants

I ain’t sweet shit, bitch, take a chance

I’m a d boy, shoot your ass right where I stand

Flippin the pack, I’m just sittin on it

Guap got 50,000 in his back pocket, sittin on it

Got a whole hundred thousand in the bag, just sittin on it

Posted up in the cut with a brick, just sittin on it