Who Ya Wit (feat. YG & Yo Gotti) - DJ Self

A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? You the type to count a nigga pockets You the type that can't keep his word I'm the type to go smoke a blunt And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup You ain't reall who ya say ya is Livin' life with that mask on when them hunger pains I'll have a savage nigga runnin' in yo shit With no mast on, and I'm past gone Not fearin' nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart Bitches and money tear niggas apart I been this way from the start Long road but I learned quick Ya the type to always run yo mouth Always talk about it but neva earn shit I'm on my bridge, neva burn shit Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit If ya don't know ya betta learn quick I hold my hundreds with a firm grip Always busy like the West End Word out I'm the best in Made the money counter my best friend A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? I'm just gon' ride for my niggas I'm down to die for my niggas Put my niggas on game, how to cut up These millions, anybody a hitta Give them a mission and pistol Becos' ya come up and holla That don't make ya my nigga How many niggas ya owe, how many niggas ya know That was like bruva befo' then fell out 'bout a ho If I knew my nigga was gettin' high Then he couldn't buy it from me Ya my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life for real Ask him when ya can post up on this hill and go to Beverly Hills It's on ya if ya ain't 'bout that action, then why the fuck ya lie? If ya the realest nigga, then who the fuck am I? A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? I'm the type to put my niggas on I'm the type that want to see ya rich Ya the type to go blow yo check Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch I'm the type to pull of the lot Then look at yo then say ya can too I can't wait for my nigga Bo To bust down that block in a two door coupe They go twelve higher than I eva been Mambo hide that scale Bitch I been a heavyweight Ya niggas too frail Ya might break my heart But ya can't break this truth I tell Real niggas do cry too When my album drop I hope ya buy two When it's all done I'ma die true I said real niggas do try to Hella naked bitches playin' Taboo Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo A lot of niggas sayin' that they are the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I? Hear these niggas out here talkin' like they killers The same ones who scared to put that on they life I ain't tryna impress nobody I ain't tryna stress nobody I hear these niggas out here sayin' they the realest But if ya are the realest, who the hell am I?

Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music Nigga let's toast to it DJ Khaled! We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Boss 305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes, any time you want to 4Hunnid! 4Hunnid, Hunnid! Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs That's photos, that's more dough Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!" Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors West coast, that's my shit, 4Hunnid, that's my clique Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks 40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what? We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'ma sell that Mouth closed, I'll never talk, won't say a word and went to jail that Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up, .40 on me 'til I cough it up Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up, if it's not a hunnid it don't cost enough Tearin' clubs up like Three Six I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit? Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones Trap jumpin', yeah the line long All this money got my mind gone All this money got my mind gone We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby Yes any time you want to

Cannon, cannon They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga) Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy) Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude I don't gotta tell (tell) Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen) I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home) Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back

If I struggle a lifetime What would my body be? An empty shell On which a demon fed Could be a heavy burden To stay true to your words Speak up I wanna silence everything If I got no plan Doesn't mean that I get what I want for free If I got no meaning Would you force me to a place where I make sense? 'Cause nothing lasts forever How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If I can't find myself? It's so completely fake How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If even you can't help Dark nights on my soul I deny failure I ignite Woe is on my misery She wins all their eyes Realize what defies our fate This is not me, this is me So if I struggle a lifetime What good would that do? If I got a plan Doesn't have to stop the feeling inside If I do make sense Would you drag me down? 'Cause nothing lasts forever How do I get home? Everything revolves around me! If I can't find myself It's so completely fake How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If even you can't help Dark nights on my soul