Fuego808 - I'm Wit It Lyrics

Brand new coup go get it
Tryna pour up I'm wit it
Shorty so bad I'm nervous
I know you do dat on purpose
Tryna hot box I'm wit it
All my clothes stay fitted
You don't got cash admit it
Popping these percs I'm addicted
Got to get a bag I'm I'm wit
Wanna pop tags I'm wit
Homie so broke he tripping
Got a lot of this ice I'm dripping
Got to get a check go get it
Shorty so bad she wit
Shorty brought friends I'm wit it
If you not talking money i don't hear it

Get in the coup swerve
Styrofoam cup syrup
Cooking up white stir it
Imma hit the gas floor it
I smoke green I'm nourished
Candy paint on the whip
Ice cubes in my ear
Assessor-ices came wit it
I know ah bad chick
She so bad and boogie
Her best friend a groupie she wanna use and abuse me
I get that check on the first
I use to be at my worst
I had to get me a bag
Had to come out of the dirt
All I count is bands I won't change up
Homie talking down get cha change up
I think that I might cop me a Benz truck
I just flood my wrist
An now I'm iced up

Brand new coup go get it
Tryna pour up I'm wit it
Shorty so bad I'm nervous
I know you do that on purpose
Tryna hot box I'm wit it
All my clothes stay fitted
You don't got cash admit it
Popping these percs I'm addicted
Got to get a bag I'm I'm wit
Wanna pop tags I'm wit
Homie so broke he tripping
Got a lot of this ice I'm dripping
Got to get a check go get it
Shorty so bad I'm wit
Shorty brought a friend I'm wit it
If you not talking money I don't hear it

Who got the bag who
I went to green to blue
I bought the Benz New
Hit a lick and leave no clues
You don't want no smoke
All of my bros shoot
I need my cash in advance
Tell em to give me the loot
Who got the juice
I got the juice
Po up a Duce
Wit no excuse
She In love wit the hi-tech
She in love wit tattoos
In love with the backwoods
In love with the booze
All I count is bands I won't change up
Homie talking down get cha change up
I think that I might cop me a Benz truck
I just flood my wrist
An Now I'm iced up

Brand new coup go get it
Tryna pour up I'm wit it
Shorty so bad I'm nervous
I know you do that on purpose
Tryna hot box I'm wit it
All my clothes stay fitted
You don't got cash admit it
Popping these percs I'm addicted
Got to get a bag I'm wit
Wanna pop tags I'm wit
Homie so broke he tripping
Got a lot of this ice I'm dripping
Got to get a check go get it
Shorty so bad she wit
Shorty brought a friend I'm wit it
If you not talking money I don't hear it