With The Shits

(专辑： Separate My Self - 2014)

[Hook Lil Chief Dinero:]
My niggas with the shits, my niggas they 'bout that life
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas they toting them pipes
These hoes on our dick, these hoes wanna be our wives
But we don't love these hoes, they good for just one night [x2]

[Verse 1 Lil Chief Dinero:]
My niggas with the shit, my niggas will take your life
Pull up on your block, 30 shots
Yeah, we toting them pipes
Keep cool, get money, smoke dope
I live this life
If a nigga try me, that's the day he gone meet Christ
I'm getting hella money, I'm counting all hunnids, I got these bands
All these damn bands, can't hold these bands
I need an extra hand
These hoes on my dick, these hoes know they my fans
But you can't fuck me unless you finna suck my mans (YOU GOTTA FUCK BRO!)
Know a lot wild boys
E.D.E, G.M.E
Call up lil mans (SQUAD)
Money up them macs, got Murder in the cut
They blowing like a fan
If you ain't talking money, what the fuck you saying?
I don't really understand!
That's why I'm thumbing through a check
It ain't shit to spend these bands!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 JP Armani:]
(SQUAD!)
(GLOBAL GANG!)
My niggas with the shits, my niggas stay with them poles
Keep my circle small so I know my niggas gone blow
These bitches ain't worth shit, so I can trust no ho
We ain't worried about no guns, we got shit that explode
A opp running down RoeBlock, leave a nigga on his nose (MAN DOWN!)
This 7 block strapped twice, I got niggas get you gone
The 40 dirty with the 30 plus is 1 in the dome
Your man is boring, pull up in that foreign
Yo bitch, bet she gone (SKURT!)
Got bitches kissing, bitch on the squad we'll leave yo ass missing
There with the pistol, do a hit, leave the scene
Throw the pump in the river
Lay low, smoke dope
They'll be gone in a minute, sit back tell them boys go get him
Don't aim with the tec cause I know it's gone hit him
Wanna go to war, we got shit to blow the whole city
And I'm posted on 7 RoeBlock, say the city

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 L'A Capone:]
My niggas with the shits, everybody off yops all night
Go grab that nick
Nine times out outta 10 won't fight (NO I WON'T FIGHT!)
You ain't did no hit, I can tell you ain't took no life! (YOU AIN'T TOOK NO LIVES!)
Hit a crib for the racks
And the flats when I gotta get right
Knocking niggas down my sport
Internet goon, but he still on the porch!
I catch a opp lacking then he gone get torched
We the Mustang Gang, can't run from a horse
We don't give a fuck, shoot him in the airport
We don't give a fuck, leave him on the back porch
We don't give a fuck if his mom and his dad looking sad
Too bad we still gone torch!
600, we holding up
I don't think niggas wanna blow at us!
In the foreign riding fast
Just me and cuz!
OTF, O'Block they roll with us! (SIX HUNNA!)
And we toasted up
Riding through the Drive and we posted up
And the party get loud when we showing up
I be high as fuck!
But the hoes on me and they feel that pole on me
I'm just in my RayBans tryna see what I could see
And my goon keep heat so he won't go sweet!
Double-0 be the squad, swear to God Double-0 go hard!
And my nigga Lil Chief, you know bro gone squad!
Better keep your piece/peace, cause we stopping the yard
Niggas stink, like bro did you fart?!
Do a drill out the top of the car
Popping pills, now I'm staring at the stars
My niggas with the shits, we are!

[Hook x2]