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Letra : Wit It
Alright
Ooh, sh*t
You know I bome f**kin', motherf**kin’ uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteen with the motherf**kin' sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherf**ker, you know what I’m talkin' about?
I was blowin' that sh*t like a fan
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin’, and she stuffin’ (And she stuffin')
Can’t believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
I let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (Man)
I’ll let this b*t*h rip, yeah, right in public
You might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the b*t*h so cunning
Barrel on this b*t*h so big, it's a-rum-pa-pummin' (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 bangin' blues, he f**k with Tookie
'03, '04, I'm not a regular rookie (Yeah)
I'll drop a body, b*t*h, 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 cryin' (Why?), the homies had to catch a body
Smoked that boy like Biscotti, I might go cop a Bugatti
Brought them b*t*hes 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 motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
Ayy, say I still ain't learn my lesson, b*t*h, I'm still down there in Lexington (Winburn)
Mackin' up packs, mix the Xanax with the heroin (Work)
Guacamole on me, I been workin' like a Mexican (Gracias)
She say I'm on some extra sh*t 'cause I say bring an extra b*t*h (What?)
I was in Allure last night bein' benevolent (Throwin' it)
Out my element, but I ain't trippin', bro got a TEC on him (Bah)
Hole in his head, he dead, no need to check on him (Gone)
Dog sh*t on my killer, he look like he won a settlement (Got that dog sh*t)
Don't even tell me 'bout them n***as 'cause they all broke (Them n***as broke)
Them n***as d**k suck too much, I seen 'em all choke (F**k wrong)
Had my n***a clap this b*t*h up like applause, bro (Brrah)
She wanna f**k me, she already f**ked my dog Boat (Gang, No cap, Lil Boat)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
Made your b*t*h 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 n***as
Watch your tone and body language 'fore I flip you over
Put you baby build-a** n***as on my shoulder
Burp a n***a, pop a Perc', and f**k his ho for closure
Hahaha, real soldier, huh
Bandana on my head like it's the 'Nolia
Hmm, Yachty, ain't them n***as soft just like I told ya? hmm-huh
Sweet like a pastry out a toaster (Ugh)
Flatline a n***a, hang him up like a poster (B*t*h)
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 strokin' my d**k like a fist pump (Bee, bee)
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
Ooh, sh*t
You know I bome f**kin', motherf**kin’ uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteen with the motherf**kin' sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherf**ker, you know what I’m talkin' about?
I was blowin' that sh*t like a fan
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin’, and she stuffin’ (And she stuffin')
Can’t believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
I let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (Man)
I’ll let this b*t*h rip, yeah, right in public
You might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the b*t*h so cunning
Barrel on this b*t*h so big, it's a-rum-pa-pummin' (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 bangin' blues, he f**k with Tookie
'03, '04, I'm not a regular rookie (Yeah)
I'll drop a body, b*t*h, 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 cryin' (Why?), the homies had to catch a body
Smoked that boy like Biscotti, I might go cop a Bugatti
Brought them b*t*hes 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 motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
Ayy, say I still ain't learn my lesson, b*t*h, I'm still down there in Lexington (Winburn)
Mackin' up packs, mix the Xanax with the heroin (Work)
Guacamole on me, I been workin' like a Mexican (Gracias)
She say I'm on some extra sh*t 'cause I say bring an extra b*t*h (What?)
I was in Allure last night bein' benevolent (Throwin' it)
Out my element, but I ain't trippin', bro got a TEC on him (Bah)
Hole in his head, he dead, no need to check on him (Gone)
Dog sh*t on my killer, he look like he won a settlement (Got that dog sh*t)
Don't even tell me 'bout them n***as 'cause they all broke (Them n***as broke)
Them n***as d**k suck too much, I seen 'em all choke (F**k wrong)
Had my n***a clap this b*t*h up like applause, bro (Brrah)
She wanna f**k me, she already f**ked my dog Boat (Gang, No cap, Lil Boat)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
Made your b*t*h 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 n***as
Watch your tone and body language 'fore I flip you over
Put you baby build-a** n***as on my shoulder
Burp a n***a, pop a Perc', and f**k his ho for closure
Hahaha, real soldier, huh
Bandana on my head like it's the 'Nolia
Hmm, Yachty, ain't them n***as soft just like I told ya? hmm-huh
Sweet like a pastry out a toaster (Ugh)
Flatline a n***a, hang him up like a poster (B*t*h)
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 strokin' my d**k like a fist pump (Bee, bee)
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf**kin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n***a (Skrrt)
Your b*t*h f**kin', d**k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)
