Meek Mill - Wit the Shits (W.T.S) lyrics

C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

Uh, shawty was frontin'
Now she throw that pussy at me
(Throwin' that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport
She got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don't want these problems
Lil Scrappy (You don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see
Me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit
Got that pussy off accident (yeah)
Fuckin' this ratchet bitch, stay on
Her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin'
This money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give
You my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block while
You slippin' with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the
Hoe and I really like her
She'll get a wrist watch (Gang)

Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shit's, lil' bitch
(Lil' bitch) she ask her friends
(What?)
"Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl
You better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)

¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda'
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana
Dip on a nigga, like, "See you
Mañana" baddest lil' bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me
Watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby
She could come here, too
(For real?) you could eat this pussy while
I watch her fuckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done
It's up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes
I might give them life i just want the head
You can't spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi
That shit get him hype (Que perro)

Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shit's, lil' bitch
(Lil' bitch) she ask her friends
(What?)
"Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl
You better fuck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)