Wit Me

Uh (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Yeah, uh)
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Go, go, go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Oh yeah)
Go, go (Yeah)
Go, go, go

I walk in the Louis store, cannot be cheap
Got bad bitches on me just 'cause my feet
I walk in and you know that I reek
Hella scammin' niggas, I would give you a piece
Look, and I be high like a young nigga boardin'
Good gas, and it's all in my organs
Don't need these bitches, no, they not important
Smoking dope even when I'm recordin'
Braids in my hair, they swing
Beamer car, man, I'm switching them lanes (Skrrt)
Good-Good gas pack, I'm in memory lane
A lot of real niggas, you can't fuck up the chain
I came in the Beam, and I fucked up the game
A lot of money, man, I'm making it rain
I'm a trap nigga, but look what I became
Lotta hundreds, got that shit to my name
I dare you to pull out ten bands
You gon' lose the dare, 'cause I know that you can't
Where these bitches stare? At the racks in my pants
I be trappin' hard, making your rap advance
Too much bands, you can tell by my stance
In the kitchen like Cloudy With A Chance
Bad bitch, don't need no implants
I ain't throwin' money, you can stop all that dancin'
Spending money on designer, somethin' random
Getting money, man, this shit so random
Mix the Ksubi and Louis, man, that's a lil' random
These niggas broke, man, don't be an example
Big dog, not a kitty, bitch
I'm trappin' hard, don't hit me, bitch (Trap too hard)
Free the gang even though that they guilty
I don't give a fuck, man, I still want 'em with me
(Go, go, go)