saint boyd - the pit // sector 3 lyrics
(intro hook)
she wasting time for a pic
i ain’t got time for a b#tch
(said ahhhhh)
this how we doin this sh#t
i’m with crew in the pits
(verse)
yes i upgraded my ego and no one knows
savage independent we on the road
i find my b#tches i keep ‘em all in a row, (check, check)
got plenty if you know oh then you know
like i been dropping some bodies it’s on the way
can’t stand all the people leave me alone
i told her baby i know it you trynna play
talk to me like girl we on the phone
(hook)
she wasting time for a pic
i ain’t got time for a b#tch
(said ahhhhh)
this how we doin this sh#t
i’m with crew in the pit
she wasting time for a pic
i ain’t got time for a b#tch
(said ahhhhh)
this how we doin this sh#t
outside with crew in the pit
(on a quest, with the tribe)
(verse)
my hoe dressed up in this b#tch man its a vibe
i keep a pen right in my pocket i get high
yeah put that patek on my wrist before i die
i drop a dub on a check
she gone do it for me
she gone suck gimme neck
cash app boxing with roddy richh in the trap
we talking money talk and that
if she gone pop it she gone do it for a check
(verse)
yeah i’m this b#tch we rowdy like a motherf#cka
i be in this b#tch i’m flying i ain’t going under
get the bag then i take to my other brothers
smoke it down like a pound every single summer
bigger moves now maybe i’m just talking to myself
i’ont lose nah fantasy i’m like the running back
like we on one why you think im busting on yo head
and you so dumb bet you can’t even go count to 10
(‘cause you stupid!)
b#tch i’m lit and we popping
you can check my pockets
a#t to the l and we mobbing with the falcons
running through the shade now
i ain’t got no pain now
hold my b#tch down with the fit she rocking real 1’s
(verse)
(swoosh!)
all net its all wet
every time i do my sh#t they ain’t got no respect
talking like you knew me cause you always trynna flex
and every time i’m in this b#tch i’m looking for a check
like i see a bad b#tch she do the walk, she hot
i don’t need a bad b#tch who trynna stalk, i’m out
like i’m tip and tapping i do my dance, a lot
and when you hear the bell ring you know i’m out, the box
i said oooou, i’m way to lit you know i got it all
this my type of sh#t i said i get it like come on
call my momma tell her that i love her when i’m gone
like you know i’m not specific when i’m sipping on patron, (sip)
i told my bros to settle down
b#tches never love you for ambitions they just come around
they just want attention like a mention on your instagram
take it like a lesson with confessions and i say it now
i ain’t tagging sh#t!
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