Sitn Low Getn High ft. Thanos & Mr. Amakulate Lyrics

Whoop Whoop right

Whoop whoop

Time to turn up on these niggaz lets go

Oh you aint know

I just landed in Brooklyn nigga

Oh you aint know

Violate and we'll push them triggers

Oh you aint know

Got albums sitting on French shelves

Oh you aint know

We throw them dollars then book that stripper

Thats bad luck

Look aint no telling what a nigga might do

For a fast buck

Smoke blunts to the face nigga pass what

Tell her keep her face down with her ass up

They fear and loathe when i appear with those

Niggaz with big bread mc'laren rolling

While you be walking with baby mama

Straight hating pushing maclaren strollers

Get paid 1st then hand it over

Go fishburne for a can of soda

Straight spazzin out like your manly odor

All you see is smoke when that cameras rollin

That cameras rollin that cameras rollin

Im straight crack like a can was opened

Its king status in champion clothing

I bang hard like they cant control me

Im Sosa when he came for Tony

Don't talk bread unless you came to show me

Im that nigga don't play with homie

I keep dark shades and that haze is on me

And i aint talking bout weed nigga

Thats my aura that flame is on me

You don't want whats in the chamber homie

You can catch me where dangers going

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

I said my cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

I said my cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap

Set trip flipmode yo Im out to get doe

She got cake lets go she's like a 8 Im bent tho

Rolling up that lentil draw and erase like a pencil

Use her and throw her out plastic utensils

I aint playing with them you know I aint never play

I been rolling she been crushing man we do this all day

Cutting fish fillet then i send her on her way

I don't care if you wanna stay before I leave roll up a J

Hunh' lace up my Jay's this shit aint new to me

You can find me in the streets where the drugs and music meet

Cause Im back on my bullshit ya cow on this bull dick

Bullet proof my music thats why ya bitch on my pubic

She do it in public you at the venue

Trace me like stencil but you don't know what i been thru

Niggaz riding niggaz hiding

Niggaz snitching they all dying

My cheese out on that trap

Don't got no time for rats sucker

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

I said my cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

I said my cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap

Cheese out on that trap

Its like A B C easy as 1 2 3

I do it to the D E F you fucking with a G

Getting H I Jay's on K in my pocket L going

With the stupidness don't be ludicrous

Give me space or Im elbowing

Calm as ever before God got a heavenly flow

Call up my bredren he know

Bring drama wherever you go follow the yellow brick road

Im behind infrared at ya dome

Karma respectively so not if you technically owe

Oh try us definitely no i follow the SMG code

And thats how SMG roll

Trauma let it be told the corner let em behold whoa

The coroner tag on his toe his corner tag on the store

Thats how the recipe go

Bastard let it be known and thats til the death of me gone

So if you ain't arresting me yo what the fuck are you checking me for whoa

Po 9 on offensive go live when i spit shit no ties to the bitch shit

Low riding the district hoe 45 where my bitch sit

Coke line on the fist get sniffed oh my if its this shit

Whole pie on the flip get flipped told guy get his shipment

Told mine get the biscuit

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga

Sitting low getting high

Counting money getting doe

Sitting fly sitting fly nigga