Smoothe Da Hustler - Sitn Low Getn High (feat. Thanos & Mr. Amakulate) Lyrics

Whoop Whoop right
Whoop whoop
Time to turn up on these niggaz lets go

Oh you aint know
I just landed in Brooklyn nigga
Oh you aint know
Violate and we'll push them triggers
Oh you aint know
Got albums sitting on French shelves
Oh you aint know
We throw them dollars then book that stripper
Thats bad luck
Look aint no telling what a nigga might do
For a fast buck
Smoke blunts to the face nigga pass what
Tell her keep her face down with her ass up
They fear and loathe when i appear with those
Niggaz with big bread mc'laren rolling
While you be walking with baby mama
Straight hating pushing maclaren strollers
Get paid 1st then hand it over
Go fishburne for a can of soda
Straight spazzin out like your manly odor
All you see is smoke when that cameras rollin
That cameras rollin that cameras rollin
Im straight crack like a can was opened
Its king status in champion clothing
I bang hard like they cant control me
Im Sosa when he came for Tony
Don't talk bread unless you came to show me
Im that nigga don't play with homie
I keep dark shades and that haze is on me
And i aint talking bout weed nigga
Thats my aura that flame is on me
You don't want whats in the chamber homie
You can catch me where dangers going

Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
I said my cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
I said my cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap

Set trip flipmode yo Im out to get doe
She got cake lets go she's like a 8 Im bent tho
Rolling up that lentil draw and erase like a pencil
Use her and throw her out plastic utensils
I aint playing with them you know I aint never play
I been rolling she been crushing man we do this all day
Cutting fish fillet then i send her on her way
I don't care if you wanna stay before I leave roll up a J
Hunh' lace up my Jay's this shit aint new to me
You can find me in the streets where the drugs and music meet
Cause Im back on my bullshit ya cow on this bull dick
Bullet proof my music thats why ya bitch on my pubic
She do it in public you at the venue
Trace me like stencil but you don't know what i been thru
Niggaz riding niggaz hiding
Niggaz snitching they all dying
My cheese out on that trap
Don't got no time for rats sucker

Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
I said my cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
My cheese out on trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
I said my cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap cheese out on that trap
Cheese out on that trap

Its like A B C easy as 1 2 3
I do it to the D E F you f*cking with a G
Getting H I Jay's on K in my pocket L going
With the stupidness don't be ludicrous
Give me space or Im elbowing
Calm as ever before God got a heavenly flow
Call up my bredren he know
Bring drama wherever you go follow the yellow brick road
Im behind infrared at ya dome
Karma respectively so not if you technically owe
Oh try us definitely no i follow the SMG code
And thats how SMG roll
Trauma let it be told the corner let em behold whoa
The coroner tag on his toe his corner tag on the store
Thats how the recipe go
Bastard let it be known and thats til the death of me gone
So if you ain't arresting me yo what the f*ck are you checking me for whoa
Po 9 on offensive go live when i spit shit no ties to the bitch shit
Low riding the district hoe 45 where my bitch sit
Coke line on the fist get sniffed oh my if its this shit
Whole pie on the flip get flipped told guy get his shipment
Told mine get the biscuit

Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga
Sitting low getting high
Counting money getting doe
Sitting fly sitting fly nigga