Can't Sit With Us

(Gina, you're wearing sweatpants)

(It's Monday)

(So?)

(So that's against the rules and you can't sit with us)

(Whatever)

(You can't sit with us)

Coca spitting fire but this outfit on some icy shit

Bitches 'bout that life around the world is who I'm likely with

Ain't been off my game, bitch, I been working, I don't like to switch

Turn nothing to something from the hood and I don't like to bitch

Can a youngin' get some space? I'ma get 'em murked any day

**** hit the corner every day, we gon' get paid anyway

Hoes getting turnt at the show, pound of the ush for the roll

All the times I hustle on the low, if cops tryna ask, we don't know

Look at me, bitch, look at you

All them **** looking at me, ain't nobody looking at you

You bitches can't sit with me

You bitches can't sit with me

This spot's reserved for me

You bitches can't sit with me

(You can't sit with us)

You bitches can't sit with me

You bitches can't sit with me

I be getting turnt, bitch, all the time my homies off the shit

I ain't got no energy for **** on some softer shit

Once I'm out the crib it's straight to riding in them proper whips

I am out your league, I'm not the one who you should argue with

Y'all doing something for a milla, nine or the bitch realer

Pussy bitch, I ain't gonna kill ya, but only 'cause I got a family of killers

Got the white boy, Mac Miller, smoking on that loud form my dealer

All white straight from the dealer

Now it's off to the islands and the villas, ho

Look at me, bitch, look at you

All them **** looking at me, ain't nobody looking at you

You bitches can't sit with me

You bitches can't sit with me

This spot's reserved for me

You bitches can't sit with me

(You can't sit with us)

This spot's reserved for me

You bitches can't sit with me

(You can't sit with us)

You bitches can't sit with me

You bitches can't sit with me

(You can't sit with us)

(Regina texted me right now)

(Fine, you can walk home, bitches)