With Them
Kilo made this
JD On Tha Track
Hey
Ayy
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Niggas ain't real, just shows
I gotta get to the top, wanna reach for my goals
No, I can't run from no pole
Fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his scope
Rollin' down the opp's street, bro
Niggas can say what they want, they already know
That boy'll stick to the code
Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, we'll bag that
I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp, I don't leave his [?]
I keep having these flashbacks
Tryna fill it with paint, everything, I see matte black
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy (Baow, baow)
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Hood fav', know this ain't what you want (Hey)
Let the flame move, tell 'em the verse (Baow, baow)
Niggas hate to see you up in the front
Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front
Young niggas gotta get it
And we gotta put on for the city, though
We ain't funny, move dirty
Catch a body, they got it on video
Don't got no love for these dirty bitches
I don't even want them in my videos
Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal
I can't fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop
This is real nigga music, not hip-hop
Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks
From the bottom, went up to the tip-top
Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them (Hey)
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)
JD On Tha Track
Hey
Ayy
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Niggas ain't real, just shows
I gotta get to the top, wanna reach for my goals
No, I can't run from no pole
Fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his scope
Rollin' down the opp's street, bro
Niggas can say what they want, they already know
That boy'll stick to the code
Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, we'll bag that
I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp, I don't leave his [?]
I keep having these flashbacks
Tryna fill it with paint, everything, I see matte black
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy (Baow, baow)
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Hood fav', know this ain't what you want (Hey)
Let the flame move, tell 'em the verse (Baow, baow)
Niggas hate to see you up in the front
Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front
Young niggas gotta get it
And we gotta put on for the city, though
We ain't funny, move dirty
Catch a body, they got it on video
Don't got no love for these dirty bitches
I don't even want them in my videos
Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal
I can't fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop
This is real nigga music, not hip-hop
Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks
From the bottom, went up to the tip-top
Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them (Hey)
She gave me head like a dummy or sum'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy
Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Jason Critchlow, Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Derrick Johnathan Jr Crudup
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