How You Sleep Sitting Up

[Intro]

You with SkyCamp all of a sudden

It’s the dawg

[Chorus]

I woke up like what ima do today?

Eighteen hunnit on Louis skates

I’m putting that shit on like BMF

The neighborhood love me like Bumpy J

They bringing that shit out the back room

When I walk in ‘cause they know I ain’t come to play

I know how you want this shit to go

But you play wrong shit going the another way

This bitch fine as hell with a BBL

She shaking ass bitch all over the place

Hold my AP up ‘cause I’m too turned up

Big bro say “He wanna go Rollie today”

I hang with the takers lil’ bake you

He get to shaking every time he holding the Drake

He got shot in his shit then hе fell to the ground and his dumb ass evеn tried rolling away

[Verse]

I jump out the bed throw A’s on my legs

Bitch askin’ like “Where you going today”

Put one on the one ima scrap every crumb

When I’m done with the pot it’ll be snowing today

Fah, fah, fah, fah that nigga play then he going away

It’s a button on the *grr* so I’m knowin’ I’m safe

Put it on you and ya mama you play with that pay

Bitch you a Honda Accord you ain’t no wraith

Auntie welcome me back like Mase

I know it been a minute since you seen my face

I been cutting and swerving and chasing the cake

When I walk in the spot ima fuck up the function

Mixing Marni, Amiri & Louis like nothing I put that shit on they gon’ tell you I did it

[?] say it’s cheaper everytime you go buy by the dozen

It going off *Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah* stop running

He put his thumb down he ain’t never drop nun

I’ll leave you alone if you show me five hunnit

I rap good as shit but it’s just my side hustle

Bitch got a body she think she burn easy

Hoe ass niggas really move like Pechanga

My mom fucked up I don’t trust the members

Johnny Cage shades on when I’m in the function

When shit look funny I reach for my waistline

I don’t know about you but I ain’t going out bad

Bitch out of stylist won’t stay out my face

Get in, get out, get back with the safe

Ho ass niggas got Gee Money ways

Everybody bishop until they get to the roof

Fuck niggas thinking they Rich Porter

Papi got a real nigga disorder

Shot him dead in the face could’ve just fought him

Step dead on his J’s and he just brought ‘Em

Right wrist Plain Jane but my left water

Treat him like a bug then step on him

My neck hurtin’ ARP jump three round bursting

Can’t put the cup down never I’m thirsty

Papi talk fly shit rap ‘bout murders

I make a young nigga wanna go pick up a gun

I make a trap nigga wanna go get him some funds

I make a top tier bad bitch pick up the ones

Bitch clean it up with a broom when I’m done

Told block “I don’t think there’s no room in the blunt”

Nigga I’m too fried think you put shrooms in the blunt

Lil’ bro too stuck like I put glue in the blunt

Stayed down thirty days know what I could do in a month

I’m crip so my pocket be blue as fuck

Give it here I know what to do with the money

Ya man died shit be true when you up he shoulda seen how fluke you was

Nigga I’m addicted to the money like pooky was

I’m the biggest in my gang like tooky was

Treat yo block like auntie vein jump out the car then shoot it up

[Chorus]

I woke up like what ima do today?

Eighteen hunnit on Louis skates

I’m putting that shit on like BMF

The neighborhood love me like Bumpy J

They bringing that shit out the back room

When I walk in ‘cause they know I ain’t come to play

I know how you want this shit to go

But you play wrong shit going the another way

This bitch fine as hell with a BBL

She shaking ass bitch all over the place

Hold my AP up ‘cause I’m too turned up

Big bro say “He wanna go Rollie today”

I hang with the takers lil’ bake you

He get to shaking every time he holding the Drake

He got shot in his shit then he fell to the ground and his dumb ass even tried rolling away