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Sit-ups Lyrics by R1CO

2024

Ayy
I could never be nobody number-one fan
The first hit you got Rocco put it in your hand
You pussies can't do shit inside of Baltimore for nan’
I'm out in your country because I'm bigger than your fam
I’m the hitmaker y'all depend on
In the school at the commons, it was friendzone
You won't ever take no shit off of us
How the fuck you beating niggas with a size eight in men's on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Forgotten baby, whole career, you been shook up
'Cause Roc told you, "Drop and give me 50, " like some sit ups, huh
Your last one brickеd, you really not on shit
They make еxcuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your money up we gotta see the split
The way you doin’ splits, bitch, your pants might rip
You better do that motherfuckin’ show inside the bity
Yoshi need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for lil kibby
Roc say sit, you better sit and give 'em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain’t in no big three, Alex got you wiped down
Kibret got you wiped down, Ethan got you wiped down
Like your father, boy, you in a grave right now
And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down
Big difference 'tween reek then and reek now
What the fuck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga?
What’s a prince to a king? He a son, nigga
Get more love in the country where you from, nigga
Rocco, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga
Yeah, I'm the big dog, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager was Yosh lil' blunt runner
Claim dc and your ass ain't even come from it
And when your ass got rich, you had to run from it
Matei blowin' Jeffery bread, out here trickin' (out here trickin')
Stuff we do for women, they doin' with niggas (what the fuck?)
Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'
Rico Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel
U just got 'em done, boy, you got some fucking sassy nails
In music class, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell
Shit'll probably change if your brothers start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ayy
I be with some bodyguards like Henry
Reek say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'
Ayy, better sit and give me 50, ayy
Sit and give me 50, sit and give me 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Leul
Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga pushing 50
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Rico
Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be sitting on the bench(Rocco)
We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken insta shit for bitches
This for all Carlos dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop
And that fuckin' song you got did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up
I don't care what Matei think, that nigga is a clown to us
Rico fucking trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up
Nigga callin' me to see if Rico wanna peace it up
"Rico, wanna peace it up? Rico, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough
Beggin' that boy Rocco, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us
Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, your la plaza money a calm lil fee to us
I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
Sit and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin' up
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Sit, sit, sit, sit
Go and do some sit ups for your boys in the park
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
Your hair is fake take that perm out and come see me
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