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SITUPS
15
Hip-Hop/Rap
SITUPS was released on June 26, 2026 by Epic / FakeBusy as a part of the album SITUPS - Single
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Release DateJune 26, 2026
LabelEpic / FakeBusy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lunchbox
Lunchbox
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coby Rhodes
Coby Rhodes
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Damilare Amadi
Samuel Damilare Amadi
Producer
Tyson Edward Huff
Tyson Edward Huff
Co-Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, sit-ups
My pockets doin' sit-ups, we don't party with no weirdos
We can't party with no zeros, I can't cuff, she be on Eros
Pay the guap, pay that dinero, **** actin', Rob Di Nero
Keep a chop on me, don't fear nothin'
Flew the thot JetBlue, not Spirit
Way she suck, she suck my spirit
Can't touch this, I'm too many tiers up
That bitch, she love I'm a different ****
Them **** hate me, I'm shiftin' them gears up
We sippin' Quagen, the fuck? Put your beer up
They hear the tape, and they wan' put some bids up
Been gettin' fly, that shit fresh out the womb
Been gettin' fly sincе I was fresh out the womb
He run up, byе, get brushed like a broom
Me and that cash like the bride and the groom
I woke up fine, had a good afternoon
Night, had a good sleep, ****, too
I had to mummify **** for playin' with me
He was playin', now he in a tomb, bye
I keep some drip, 'Lenci stayin' with me
Chanel stayin' with me, LV too, ha
Bitch, can't you see I got pain in me?
Put in pain every time I talk, ha
Bitch, can't you see I got flame with me?
I got flame, run up, and you toast, ha
I got a whole pint of Qua' with me
I got pain, I'm not tryna boast, nah
Frrah, now we got 'em sick, now we got 'em-
I'm the number one pick, now we gotta rock
I'm the number one pick, now we gotta pop
**** talkin' shit, we see that you pop
Need a cup of Tris, some Tris on the rocks
That bitch wanna sip, but me on the rocks
Gotta keep a blick, my beam, it be hot
He be talkin' fifth, we see that you not
Yeah, sit-ups
My pockets doin' sit-ups, we don't party with no weirdos
We can't party with no zeros, I can't cuff, she be on Euros
Pay the guap, pay that dinero, **** actin', Rob Di Nero
Keep a chop on me, don't fear nothin'
Flew the thot JetBlue, not Spirit
Way she suck, she suck my spirit
Can't touch this, I'm too many tiers up
That bitch, she love I'm a different ****
Them **** hate me, I'm shiftin' them gears up
We sippin' Quagen, the fuck? Put your beer up
They hear the tape, and they wan' put some bids up
Been gettin' fly, that shit fresh out the womb
Been gettin' fly since I was fresh out the womb
He run up, bye, get brushed like a broom
I woke up fine, had a good afternoon
Night, had a good sleep, ****, too
I had to mummify **** for playin' with me
He was playin', now he in a tomb, bye
Huh (frrah), huh (tomb, ha, ha)
(Pain with me) yeah, yeah, yeah (tomb, ha), yeah
Written by: Coby Rhodes
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