Wit da Shitz (feat. Tay600)

(Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
Yeah, squad, squad, squad, hah
Shout out DJ Bandz
(Hoodrich, bitch)
(This Chicago, nigga)

Don't try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we tryna do a hit
He got your bitch all on my dick
He got this Rollie' on my wrist
30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit
Hell yeah, we with the shits
Yeah, bitch, we with the shits
Please don't 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
And I gotta smoke some weed 'cause I got a short temp
And your bitch she suck my dick and she let me record it
Point 5, that's 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

Don't try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we trynna do a hit
He got your bitch all on my dick
He got this Rollie' on my wrist
30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit
Hell yeah, we with the shits
Yeah, bitch, we with the shits
Please don't 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 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 L'A", you get killed in the same day
Lil Marc and Shondale they got killed in the same way
All black that's 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 that's 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 the 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

Try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we tryna do a hit
He got your bitch all on my dick
He got this Rollie' on my wrist
30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit
Hell yeah, we with the shits
Yeah, bitch, we with the shits
Please don't 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



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Writer(s): Walter Smith
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