Wit It

(álbum: Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)

Alright
Ooh, shit
You know I bome fucking, motherfucking uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteeen with the motherfucking sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherfucker, you know what I'm talking about?
I was blowing that shit like a fan

We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfucking heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whipping up a quarter key, nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fucking, dick sucking, and she stuffing (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thugging, yeah, in public (Thugging in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

I let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (Man)
I'll let this bitch rip, yeah, right in public
You might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the bitch so cunning
Barrel on this bitch so big, it's a-rum-pa-pumming (Boom, boom)
It's all about the dog, the boy, the Andre Drummond
Ten thou' on lean a month, a year one-twenty
My dog, he banging blues, he fuck with Tookie
'03, '04, I'm not a regular rookie (Yeah)
I'll drop a body, bitch, you better not push me

I'll run a bag back just like Boobie
The weed, the pop, you know exotic
She said she want a picture with Lil Yachty

His mama crying (Why?), the homies had to catch a body
Smoked that boy like Biscotti, I might go cop a Bugatti
Brought them bitches home from the club in the lobby
Moral to the story, don't invite me to your party

We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfucking heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whipping up a quarter key, nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fucking, dick sucking, and she stuffing (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thugging, yeah, in public (Thugging in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

Ayy, say I still ain't learn my lesson, bitch, I'm still down there in Lexington (Winburn)
Macking up packs, mix the Xanax with the heroin (Work)
Guacamole on me, I been working like a Mexican (Gracias)
She say I'm on some extra shit 'cause I say bring an extra bitch (What?)
I was in Alure last night being benevolent (Throwing it)
Out my element, but I ain't tripping, bro got a TEC on him (Bah)
Hole in his head, he dead, no need to check on him (Gone)
Dog shit on my killer, he look like he won a settlement (Got that dog shit)
Don't even tell me 'bout them niggas 'cause they all broke (Them niggas broke)
Them niggas dick suck too much, I seen 'em all choke (Fuck wrong)
Had my nigga clap this bitch up like applause, bro (Brrah)
She wanna fuck me, she already fucked my dog Boat (Gang, No cap, Lil Boat)

You better have your motherfucking heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whipping up a quarter key, nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fucking, dick sucking, and she stuffing (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thugging, yeah, in public (Thugging in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

Made your bitch stuff the pills with the K-Y Jelly, we in KY with it
Pick-six him in Detroit, it look like Dré Bly did it
We got 'bows and you know we move the canine with it
Say that work double up every way I hit it
Every day, I gotta sip an eight with my niggas
Watch your tone and body language 'fore I flip you over
Put you baby build-ass niggas on my shoulder
Burp a nigga, pop a Perc', and fuck his ho for closure
Hahaha, real soldier, huh
Bandana on my head like it's the 'Nolia
Hmm, Yachty, ain't them niggas soft just like I told ya? hmm-huh

Sweet like a pastry out a toaster (Ugh)
Flatline a nigga, hang him up like a poster (Bitch)
I'm in West End with it, with Lil Ben with it (West End with it)
Pay the bills and I still let my friend hit it (Yeah)
Ain't no fun if the homies can't get none (Slatt)
She was stroking my dick like a fist pump (Bee, bee)

We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfucking heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whipping up a quarter key, nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fucking, dick sucking, and she stuffing (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thugging, yeah, in public (Thugging in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)