Situation OG

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, Mil That's right my nigga It's about to go down I ain't fucking around Blowing hella pounds Shit Shit is so fucking nuts [Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Definitely doing Vic Spencer to the fullest Got off track for a second, third rail with the footage The doors say poor but the niggas still pushing One bullet to the head, now you're dead in the bushes Everyone is crooked Do one thing cool, now everybody looking for a handout Walk with a hundred-plus people and still standout My pride too high to ask anybody for anything, won't stay inside my man's house Instead I sleep in my car, the blanket in the trunk Every chance I got I was flaming up the skunk Buying hella sneakers, I could changе up for months Rotate the same tеn pair, remain in the slums I know how to rap and tap into other things All type of shit I be juggling I bet you a hundred thousand dollars your perception of me is wrong Why don't you go ahead and pull off your thong The opposite sex, V-I-C dropping the tech I ain't even see the police [?] chopping your chest You rocking the best bling while I'm on planet medallions I'm taking all of the credit for styling I shoot the shots so they foul me With the intention of hurt, I'm still going to work Clean the scenery up, you ain't even see a peek of blood (Naw) I didn't even smell suds, I smelled all regular shit Left out the room inhaling the piff (Sheesh) (Some fire ass shit my nigga) [Chorus: Vic Spencer] Situation is so sticky (Uh huh, uh huh) (I'm not fucking with these niggas man) Situation is so sticky (I'm my own nigga) Situation is sticky (Uh huh, uh huh) Not fucking with these niggas man I'm my own nigga [Bridge: DJ Djaz] Stay in the zone I deal with pain That they could not talk about [Verse 2: Willie The Kid] Yo yo Shout out to Mil Beats [?] nigga My nigga Vic Spencer One two The fly Aye yo I just came for the lion's share I wave te iron like I ain't care Nobody cared about us They talked differently when I ain't there But switch it up when it's time to bear witness, a genius I'm at the bar, no Apple Care Carry on A bullet hit your noodle, the whole kit-kaboodle I'm on this kick where I'm drinking liquor Hanging out with women that you probably got a baby with Sticky situation, get your lady hit Satin baseball jacket, on my eighties shit You can't bullshit a bullshitter A pinch hitter, I'm hitting home runs, niggas getting bitter I'm getting better with time, my rhymes never mumble I'm truly humble, cash upon which I stumble My hustle, long term nigga Residual bags, how the cookie crumbles Out the mud, ashy knuckles, designer buckles [Outro] Uh huh, uh huh Not fucking with these niggas man I'm my own nigga I do a whole bunch of shit It's over for niggas You think I give a fuck, that's your problem (The situation is so sticky)