
wdb dede & wdb 30 - the sit down lyrics
[verse] hit his head, with the drac’, we got all sticks (all sticks)
we chase em’ down up in this straight, he fall on his sh_t (on his sh_t)
gang double back, they not outside, them lil’ boys not on sh_t (not on sh_t)
we in the back and this b_tch loud, got switch, gon’ let it spit
glock shoot out [?] cube on the back, this b_tch do magic trick
we baby big opp, sit you down this ain’t no grimace tris
like bob the builder, yo’ screws loose you f_ck around, get fixed
this b_tch bad just give me neck, i don’t got time to hit
no i ain’t cuffing, switch be stuttering, what in this pencil sh_t
yeah we keep bumping, n_gga keep dumping, 4, 5th, yeah this a nick’
this b_tch burst out clapping loud, hit his head he fall so quick
shout out they block we in a hot, we tryna brld some sh_t
[verse 2] the streets discreet it ain’t no rules, this sh_t can get foul
glad it’s not out today okay, then lets go hit the cal
switchy go blrd ima keep shooting, you not gon’ hear no pow
we lay that belt it’s time for them boys to throw in a towel
no evidence mask and gloves on, i’m taking it to trial
he showing me what gen he got, i’m like “yeah this my style”
ain’t use it so he don’t deserve it, ima take him down
shorty who caught 3 of them to the top, i smoke him out the pound
he fought them shots but he ain’t make it, drenched him he got drowned
and you would think we was some dogs, by the way we hound
and i can tell that he a b_tch, by the way he sound
im tryna go, she tryna keep me for a extra round (what the f_ck)
dont chase no hoe this not a circus, i am not a clown (at all)
he fell but i don’t think he dead, lets spin back around (brlddd, brldd, brlddd, brlddd)
i call lil ball he tryna spin, he tryna tap a crown
the block he stepping for, the block that he got left and found
hit his head, with the drac’, we got all sticks (all sticks)
we chase em’ down up in this straight, he fall on his sh_t (on his sh_t)
gang double back, they not outside, them lil’ boys not on sh_t (not on sh_t)
we in the back and this b_tch loud, got switch, gon’ let it spit
glock shoot out [?] cube on the back, this b_tch do magic trick
we baby big opp, sit you down this ain’t no grimace tris
like bob the builder, yo’ screws loose you f_ck around, get fixed
this b_tch bad just give me neck, i don’t got time to hit
no i ain’t cuffing, switch be stuttering, what in this pencil sh_t
yeah we keep bumping, n_gga keep dumping, 4, 5th, yeah this a nick’
this b_tch burst out clapping loud, hit his head he fall so quick
shout out they block we in a hot, we tryna brld some sh_t
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