Wit it Studio editionFreestyle by OsoClutch Lyrics
[Chorus: OsoClutch]
I can't even think fr
All this money
Can't explain the pain
A nigga feel
Im the field like baseball
Except im off a pill
This led hot it cook shit
And thats a different feel
I stopped da ache
I ain't gone stunt
And Ain't like i try to touch it
Gettin money
Fuck a deal
Cause i ain't got a budget
And im still wit it
Still wit it
U can still get it
Blocks we still spin it
[1 Verse: OsoClutch]
Niggas bitches
They just trynna flex
And get some ass
Nigga get sum cash
I made a 1000 fast
The police get behind the car
Then boa we do da dash
Hop out if we crash
Im first im never last
Blow a nigga thru the glass
I'm just trynna stack chips
Get some cash
I did the race again
I did the race again
I made a 50 turned that shit into a benjamin
Parked the skrt skrt in the garage
Then hopped in the benz
I kept that shit a thousand
Charged
U know what it is
Another 40 on my arm
20 dividens
My white bitch tat me
On her arm she love
The way I live
My niggas hella straight
They boolin outta state
Smokin weed in the breeze
Til I lelevate
Smoke exotic botic
Put gucci on all the draks
In impala wilin
Stylin came the natural way
[Chorus: OsoClutch]
I can't even think fr
All this money
Can't explain the pain
A nigga feel
Im the field like baseball
Except im off a pill
This led hot it cook shit
And thats a different feel
I stopped da yak
I ain't gone stunt
And i ain't trynna touch it
Gettin money
Fuck a deal
Cause i ain't got a budget
And im still wit it
(Ya b*tch)
Still wit it
Can still get it
Blocks we still spin it
I can't even think fr
All this money
Can't explain the pain
A nigga feel
Im the field like baseball
Except im off a pill
This led hot it cook shit
And thats a different feel
I stopped da ache
I ain't gone stunt
And Ain't like i try to touch it
Gettin money
Fuck a deal
Cause i ain't got a budget
And im still wit it
Still wit it
U can still get it
Blocks we still spin it
[1 Verse: OsoClutch]
Niggas bitches
They just trynna flex
And get some ass
Nigga get sum cash
I made a 1000 fast
The police get behind the car
Then boa we do da dash
Hop out if we crash
Im first im never last
Blow a nigga thru the glass
I'm just trynna stack chips
Get some cash
I did the race again
I did the race again
I made a 50 turned that shit into a benjamin
Parked the skrt skrt in the garage
Then hopped in the benz
I kept that shit a thousand
Charged
U know what it is
Another 40 on my arm
20 dividens
My white bitch tat me
On her arm she love
The way I live
My niggas hella straight
They boolin outta state
Smokin weed in the breeze
Til I lelevate
Smoke exotic botic
Put gucci on all the draks
In impala wilin
Stylin came the natural way
[Chorus: OsoClutch]
I can't even think fr
All this money
Can't explain the pain
A nigga feel
Im the field like baseball
Except im off a pill
This led hot it cook shit
And thats a different feel
I stopped da yak
I ain't gone stunt
And i ain't trynna touch it
Gettin money
Fuck a deal
Cause i ain't got a budget
And im still wit it
(Ya b*tch)
Still wit it
Can still get it
Blocks we still spin it