Down Wit tha Shit - Courtesy1, Yungg Strech & Tammany1

But who gon rock wit me? Everybody trynna come around Go to the top wit me If I want it nigga Ima get it Ain't no stopping me If I'm in the building, you should know I got a Glock wit me Get put up in box you think bout boxin me They touch one of mine we spin they block and we slide 20 deep Slidin srt doin 180 better watch yo feet Run up on em like I was a fan and it's a meet and greet I show no remorse to the enemies Gelato 33 mix it wit runtz now I look Japanese I hate broke bitches stay away No u ain't in my league How am I gon miss em This a 40 and I got a beam I can't give u nothing, if I ain't received Keep starin at my neck, you try sum Get put up on tee I been loosing all friends lately and been finding peace You know that am I Steve's baby You See it on my piece You ain't gettin money, you buy quarter p's I just want my bitch to bring it home, I need a 20 piece Lately I ain't been answering my phone, don't really wanna speak If me and gang get caught up on the road, I bet not no one speak

Murda on the beat, so it's not nice Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh Talkin' on the phone, that's a dub, they listening, mmh Fuck it, I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, mmh Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh Big shit, talkin' out your ass like you the shit, ooh I make 'em mad 'cause my swag so official I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, ooh And yeah, I know many men Wish death upon me like I'm 50 Cent I am the boogie man Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man And you know what's goodie, man Yeah, yeah, and she know what's goodie, yeah Pick out all of her purses, I make her feel as if she was a kid again And I don't deserve this, I am not a regular civilian A regular person, for a song with me, I need like a million And bitches be lurkin' In traffic, caught you whippin' on Your lil' Benz, I'm in the big body version My nina sing a tune like Usher on 'em, let it burn, let it burn, yeah And don't you give my pussy away, girl, 'cause I hit it first, yeah My baby told me that she was Insecure, I had to tell her, "You're perfect" Lamborghini mines, Aventador, then for hers, the Urus Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh