With.It by El Escobario Lyrics
Bitch I'm with the shits
All my niggas totin sticks
Lil bro we'll get you hit
And we finna take your shit
And I might take your bitch
She love how all this ice I get
She love how I be with the shit
She love how I can give her dick
After me I pass that bitch
I just wanted to smash that bitch
Don't tell her shit don't trust a bitch
Cuz they on that sneaky shit
I do drill I do a hit
Cuz I'm really with the shits
I cut a chunk up off the brick
My trap house got like 50 sticks
Cuz I'm really with the shits
Because I'm really with the shits
I do a drill I do a hit
Trap house got like 50 sticks
Cuz I'm really with the shits
Because I'm really with the shits
I do a drill I do a hit
Trap house got like 50 sticks
Ate a tech I pour it up
Just popped three xans don't give a fuck
Bimmer roars when I pull up
They see my face they wanna fuck
Fuck the feds can't lock me up
Mr. Smith's dumbass lied
You shoulda payed me you was fraud
Now where's your wife and where's your job
On probation sellin pack
I see a fed I do the dash
Bitch I'm getting all this cash
I took your hoe cuz you was wack
Nigga sip that eighth of act
My dirty Sprite it cost a stack
Rice in the rear
Ya my nigga imma hit the gas
All my niggas totin sticks
Lil bro we'll get you hit
And we finna take your shit
And I might take your bitch
She love how all this ice I get
She love how I be with the shit
She love how I can give her dick
After me I pass that bitch
I just wanted to smash that bitch
Don't tell her shit don't trust a bitch
Cuz they on that sneaky shit
I do drill I do a hit
Cuz I'm really with the shits
I cut a chunk up off the brick
My trap house got like 50 sticks
Cuz I'm really with the shits
Because I'm really with the shits
I do a drill I do a hit
Trap house got like 50 sticks
Cuz I'm really with the shits
Because I'm really with the shits
I do a drill I do a hit
Trap house got like 50 sticks
Ate a tech I pour it up
Just popped three xans don't give a fuck
Bimmer roars when I pull up
They see my face they wanna fuck
Fuck the feds can't lock me up
Mr. Smith's dumbass lied
You shoulda payed me you was fraud
Now where's your wife and where's your job
On probation sellin pack
I see a fed I do the dash
Bitch I'm getting all this cash
I took your hoe cuz you was wack
Nigga sip that eighth of act
My dirty Sprite it cost a stack
Rice in the rear
Ya my nigga imma hit the gas