Yung Till - WIT THE SH!TS Lyrics

(Bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho bitch)
(Bet you, bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho, witcho, witcho)
Yea
Tatted up like a nascar
Good times wit a bad broad
I blow gas like a nascar
I blow gas like NASA
I hit shawty wit the fast talk
Then she neck me up in her dad's car
I was always a cool nigga
Nigga ine never had to act hard
And just 'cause i went to school with you
Nigga that dont mean i gotta dap yall
Bitch im off the chain
I jumped the fence like a bad dog
Had to change my name
Like Chad Johnson im that hard
Some of my, brothers really bang
Swear they bloody like a vein
I feel like goku off a bean
My niggas pop percs and sip the
Lean
Only time i purp is mary jane
Young niggas get high like self esteem
Some of my brothers really bang
Swear they bloody like a vein
All my niggas that be around me
Been here since the beginning
Its time to play the game
Like Triple H, nigga life's raw
I just do my thang
Then disappear like some lysol
Bad lil dame
When she come around, give me tight drawls
Its Yung Till nigga
My raps hotter than trigon
(Bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho bitch)
(Bet you, bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho, witcho, witcho)
(Bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho bitch)
(Bet you, bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho, witcho, witcho)
Yea
Never been the type to preach to niggas
Rather training day and teach a nigga
Aint none of that leachin' wit us nigga
Rather have you outchea eatin' wit us
'Cause if you eatin' then im eatin'
And if im gatekeepin' then im tweakin'
And if they geekin' then i done probably ran it up
Nigga im talkin' sneaker creasin'
Couple racks, yea a lil decent
Fast money, boy this shit was recent
Woke up ballin' sneakers squeekin'
Then i fell asleep in a cleavage
F*ck around got back on defense
Bet you never seen it how i seen it
Yo tengo mota
And the migo tell me that its muy bien
Keep it simple yea we score and we win
Do it over and over and over again
Two o nine turnin' boys to men
But we still keep them toys in the bin
Shawty sexin' me like i am her man
But she know to me she nun but some skin
I jus go in get the drawls then i bend
Friends f*ck but never lay up
(Bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho bitch)
(Bet you, bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho, witcho, witcho)
(Bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho bitch)
(Bet you, bet you never seen this chick)
(Like how i seen this chick)
(Who you wit)
(Bitch im wit the shits)
(Bitch im witcho, witcho, witcho)
Yea
(Yoda gang bitch)
Ay
(Its da man bitch)
Yea
(Yoda gang bitch)
Ay
(Its da man bitch)