I'm Wit It (feat. Gfyve & TFame) - Young Gee

Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky, Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead, Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back, And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat! Before I leave the house, i'm slizzard on a goose, And i'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose, And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it, And if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it! Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it, Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it, Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it, N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it? If u dont wanna do it, then i'll make ya dance, Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands, When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy, Chalay, from the road and Dem Franchize Boyz! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Ain't too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right and make a lean, Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these! I rock them, bend my knees everytime the beat drop lean wit it, Rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks What the f**k you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?! They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance" Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers, Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me, Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me, Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me, DME, SO SO DEF yeah we known bitch! Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch! Ayy Rock left rock right you cna get that shit! Lean Back Like Fat Joe and Snap yo wrist back Gangstas dont dance they lean wit it rock wit it Clock wit me pop quickly ganstas gon rock wit me 1, 2 pop then bring it Cross the chest get nasty flash it go'on flex wit it do it how you want slow it up do The matrix play wit it straight hit it get all they face wit it This dance is 4 da killas da dillas da cut throats You already kno the chillrin the grown folk! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah