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

Sittin on It

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