Sit Down

[Intro: Lil B and Skepta] Tracksuit Mafia Hey man, you already know who it is man (yeah) It's your boy Lil B (yeah) Skepta in the building, man (aye) Man I´m telling you man, we gettin´ so much money It's so many beautiful girls, oh my god And I'm tell you something, man Aye, we do a lot [Chorus: Lil B] Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd [Verse 1: Skepta] Look at my teacher's face now Look at my teacher's face now Had to put the cash inside the bag And I'm gonna shut this place down No intro, you heard the name London city in burning flame Slept in the trap for 30 days Now I got fire on the stage Hell, no I'm not a slave Went back home 'cause I had to pray I shed tears on my granddad's grave Release the lion out the cage Told mum that we're gonna be ok Never leave home without my shades 'Cause this life is a game of poker Show these fake niggas how to play Play with the fire and you got burned And you got yourself to blame I'm from Tottenham where they play lottery screaming out Jesus' name Everyday I got stopped in search, I couldn't make it to church (Amen) Found the solution, no excuses, manna had to make it work Said I would never be shit, when I was on the 2 decks Word around town I broke the net, soon as I released my new crep Whose killin' 'em in the U.S, everybody gonna say, "You, S" Reluctantly, 'cause most of the fake don't fuck with me [Chorus: Lil B] Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd [Verse 2: Lil B] New Rolls Royce, I had no choice Had to drop the top in the summer when it's snowing Eat that Blac Chyna ass like boing-yoing She call me R. Kelly, I was like duoy duoy The way she move them hips, the way she works my wrist In the traphouse and I'm servin' up bricks (based god) Call me Mack Maine, stay with a bad bitch Call me [?], [Shawty Lo?] in this bitch I do what I want, I just stunt I just flex, I just run up 200 bands, do that dance, the moneydance Feel me? [Chorus: Lil B] Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Hater, sit down, hater, sit down Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd