Wit da Shitz
Don't try to hit our block we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't trynna talk bitch we trynna do a hit
Got your bitch all on my dick got this rolly on my wrist
30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit
Hell yeah we with the shits
Yeah bitch we with the shits
He gon try us cause all us with the shits
With the shits, with the shits, yeah we with the shits
So you better not run up on us cause all us with the shits
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up shit
On that opp shit, we gon get your car flipped
Ridin in that foreign, i be on some boss shit
Them boys talkin bout they want war man stop the nonsense
Actin like you hard get put in a coffin
Pull up then we sparkin, ain't with the talkin
22, 1 in the top, yeah we call that jordan
Bitch don't ask me what it cost, cause you can't afford this
I got choppers i got Glocks, i get them shits imported
Catch a body, i got lawyers so it ain't important
I gotta smoke some weed cause i got a short temp
And your bitch she suck my dick, she let me record it
485 thats my company, we got endorsements
Get you smoked quick, on that CEO shit
Remember in the trap sleepin with them roaches
Remember cause this rap bitch we pushing Porches
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up the bricks
Bossman be hittin capes he always lurkin for a lick
45 on my hip, i ain't got time to bump lips
23 up in that smith, i got lil Dee up in a dip
Say fuck LA you get killed in the same day
Lil Marc and shondale they got killed in the same way
All black thats my gear when i play in that gangway
Step out in all white like a nigga that slang yay
Leaning off a six, and i just smoked like four zips
Why she all on my dick if thats supposed to be your bitch
Me and dot be off the shits cause we both got a short temp
Slide on opps with 50 clips and you playing with short clips
Call up front here they come yeah we got reinforcements
We got more shit, leave you stank like horse shit
Remember on the block in the cut with them torches
And now my shortys scorching they jumping off porches
Don't try to hit our block we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't trynna talk bitch we trynna do a hit
Got your bitch all on my dick
And we ain't trynna talk bitch we trynna do a hit
Got your bitch all on my dick got this rolly on my wrist
30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit
Hell yeah we with the shits
Yeah bitch we with the shits
He gon try us cause all us with the shits
With the shits, with the shits, yeah we with the shits
So you better not run up on us cause all us with the shits
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up shit
On that opp shit, we gon get your car flipped
Ridin in that foreign, i be on some boss shit
Them boys talkin bout they want war man stop the nonsense
Actin like you hard get put in a coffin
Pull up then we sparkin, ain't with the talkin
22, 1 in the top, yeah we call that jordan
Bitch don't ask me what it cost, cause you can't afford this
I got choppers i got Glocks, i get them shits imported
Catch a body, i got lawyers so it ain't important
I gotta smoke some weed cause i got a short temp
And your bitch she suck my dick, she let me record it
485 thats my company, we got endorsements
Get you smoked quick, on that CEO shit
Remember in the trap sleepin with them roaches
Remember cause this rap bitch we pushing Porches
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up the bricks
Bossman be hittin capes he always lurkin for a lick
45 on my hip, i ain't got time to bump lips
23 up in that smith, i got lil Dee up in a dip
Say fuck LA you get killed in the same day
Lil Marc and shondale they got killed in the same way
All black thats my gear when i play in that gangway
Step out in all white like a nigga that slang yay
Leaning off a six, and i just smoked like four zips
Why she all on my dick if thats supposed to be your bitch
Me and dot be off the shits cause we both got a short temp
Slide on opps with 50 clips and you playing with short clips
Call up front here they come yeah we got reinforcements
We got more shit, leave you stank like horse shit
Remember on the block in the cut with them torches
And now my shortys scorching they jumping off porches
Don't try to hit our block we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't trynna talk bitch we trynna do a hit
Got your bitch all on my dick
Credits
Writer(s): Londen L Buckner, Walter Smith
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