Im Wid It (feat. 570JV)

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Jus'-J

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I'm with the gang
Gang, gang, gang
Tick-tock, Lloyd
This gon' turn out for ya, man

Grap, I know that
Grap, Grap
I done put my all into this shit, uh
Shit, I damn near lost my dog to this shit, uh

Won a couple times, most time I lost with this shit
One thing that I regret was gon' try and put my all into that bitch
Them bitches fraud, ain't shit
We do design look like we did the crime beat

Got a big bag, bitches on my body
I put these rhymes together, rhyme with the rhyme
I put these rhymes together, record labels, one on top
I put my trust in her, she try and lie

The back door open, she f*ck around and slime me
Late night creepin' with the clock, light goes
So my white boy with me, that nigga like time
Shit go boom

When I walk through, clear the room
He said he want word with the guys, that nigga is dumb
Shit, I think them niggas confused
And you don't got shit, we got shit

And your bitch here, you know she gon' choose
Nigga reach my chain and he makin' the news
Grap ain't capture, he should've knew
Y'all wanna know about niggas that I bombed on

I got niggas in Miami, then in Cali, trips
Shit, I don't know which one I want, got a pic
He a little man trying, like he be on slide or nothin'
You a TikTok doin' the hip shit

I'm a wild little man, wanna be on your side or nothin'
You a TikTok doin' the hip shit
I'm a confident, sick of the trial
Got through the Z, got out the jail, he was slime trying

They probably send her a heart, I won't send her a dick pic
Shit, a little bitch is trying to send me a tit pic
They don't do nothin', they think I not do, they don't get it
If it's about money, you know that I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it
If it's about money, you know that I'm with it
I don't even do nothin', they don't even get it
If it's about money, you know that I'm with it

I'm with it, real with it
A nigga been chasing them digits
Chevys, oa's
Fingers are moving like fidgets

Spinna, block. If a opp get caught, get hit up
Six pack to the abs, no sit up
Pull a bar to his neck like a..
That little bitch really tried to lie me, but ain't do no damage

Dora tried to explore, and caught a boot
Watch how I go bananas, ran straight to Bonanza
We're the white bitch, please do mind my manners
Never even been there in my life

The plans to line her man's up
Stop, stop, stop, nigga, hold up, nigga, you wild, nigga
Sometimes I be childish. If you wanna pull up, I play defense
I'm built like Ben Wallace

Never trust a bitch that's on my soul
On my fuckin' mama, baby mama, drama through the roof
I can't add on no problems
Nah, man, f*ck these niggas, man

And you better watch what you do
And you better watch what you say
And you better watch how you move
I come from a place where they don't hesitate to go loose a couple of your screws

If you up and then fake, I might go and just dump on
the nigga put you on the news
Wait, i gotta slow down for the jinx. I'm Mr. Reggie, grab it in the jank
I might just sell it to you with an eighth

Anyways, put the smoke up, to ya face
I'm in the littlest city in the state. You in the party, I was making plays
I order lobster steak, this food at dinner
Why you order beef? We is not the same

We cannot beef, nigga, you is lame
I look for the money, you look for the fame
You look for the money, I look for the name
That nigga's been buggin' and I need a reign

Why ain't nobody talkin' when he was around
That nigga was workin' for Manny Marey
I busted a bitch and I busted my brain
That I am the beast, I cannot be tamed

If it's about money, you know that I'm ready
If it's about money, you know that I'm uh
If it's about money, you know that I'm uh
If it's about money, you know that I'm uh

If it's about money, you know that I'm ready
If it's about money, you know I'm a big move
Pullin' up big straps with a big tool
Lean back with the clap, feel like Chris move

Got heart with the kick back like King Move
I just wanna see this what she wanna
Take a shot but just for that Rihanna
Bitches gon' do anything in that club

I swear to God, just for that Finney brother
I need all my ladies to go and rock that shit
Baby you hot as shit, you hot as shit
Let me drop that shit, drop drop that shit

Let me just, let me rock that shit
Let me just rock, rock, rock, rock
Go ahead and rock that shit
Let me just drop that shit

Baby girl let me pop that shit
Baby you hot as shit and a flower lotus
Pop that shit, lotus flower
Let me just show you, John

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