Sit-Up! Lyrics

(Brra, brra, yeah, yeah)

Got this choppa, you know Ima make it sit-up (Brra)

Got this choppa you know I be getting shit done

Got this choppa you know Ima make it sit-up

Got this Glocky and you know it's doing push-ups

Yeah you know I love these sticks, love these fuckin' guns

Got this bad bitch, said she wanna get fucked

And another- suicidal bitch, she said she bout to give up

Tell her fore' she kill herself, just let me hit, fuck

Sittin' there talking bout' bitches when you should really get up off of yo ass

Yeah, you sitting down talking bout bitches when you should be worried bout' the bag

Yeah, I'm sitting counting money, yeah I'm worried bout' my stacks

And you still talking bout' a bitch, but I do not care, cause she got no ass

Send my Glocky to the gym, it's fouta' work out

I been sipping on codeine, my words is slurred now

Adrenaline it's really fucking up my nerves now

Yeah, It's been a week, why the fuck she think she hurt now?

If that shit hurt imagine it after a month

Yeah, you on IG you hearing bout' the bitch I fucked, huh

You read them messages I turned her to a slut

But this other bitch wanna fuck me and I love it when they run

Got this choppa, you know Ima make it sit-up (Brra)

Got this choppa you know I be getting shit done

Got this choppa you know Ima make it sit-up

Got this Glocky and you know it's doing push-ups

Yeah you know I love these sticks, love these fuckin' guns

Got this bad bitch, said she wanna get fucked

I put my stick in the chair

I put my cum in her hair

Invite that bitch to my lair

She call me the king of Bel-Air ah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, yeah, yeah

Choppa gonna push up

Make him look up

Wit' a sniper to his face, choppa cook up

Yeah, yeah

(Choppa mothafuckin' cook up)

(Brra, brra)