Drego - Wit It Lyrics

Alright, ooh, shit
You know I bome f*ckin', motherf*ckin' uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteeen with the motherf*ckin' sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherf*cker
You know what I'm talkin' about?
I was blowin' that shit like a fan

We on West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin', 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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin', 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 Alure 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 (f*ck wrong)
Had my nigga clap this bitch up like applause, bro (brrah)
She wanna f*ck me, she already f*cked my dog Boat (gang, No cap, Lil Boat)

You better have your motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin', 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 Dre 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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin', 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)