Drego, Beno, Lil Yachty, Tee Grizzley, Sada Baby - Wit It lyrics

Alright ooh, shit
You know I bome fuckin', motherfuckin’ uh
(Jose the Plug) eighteen, nineteen with
The motherfuckin' sack
I ain't even know what to do
With that motherfucker
 you know what I’m talkin' about?
I was blowin' that shit like a fan

We in West V with it, Tennessee with it
(Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfuckin'
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
Nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick 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 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-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 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 cryin'
(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 motherfuckin'
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
Nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick 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, bitch
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 shit 'cause
I say bring an extra bitch (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 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 motherfuckin'
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
Nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick 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 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 strokin' my dick like a fist pump
(Bee, bee)

We in West V with it, Tennessee with it
(Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfuckin'
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
Nigga (Skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick 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)