Testi We Wit It - sosamann, HoodRich Pablo Juan

We Wit It

Mhm, hmm, no\nWe gon' push in anyway\nHow we know how, on sauce, hmm\nWhatever you with, we with it\nAin’t never lied, never turned 'round, no shit\nNever, huh, nah' mean, know what I’m sayin'\nWe with it (Hey, hey, whoa)\nI got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands\nAnd I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan\nPush up on a nigga, woo, I’m the Boogie Man\nHit him with a forty-four like I’m the Son of Sam\nHey, hey, we with it\nWhatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nAnd my diamonds they hittin' terrific\nIf you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it\nWe with whatever you with, hey\nWe with whatever you with\nWoke up this morning, feel like I’m the shit\nSaid a prayer and I load up the clip\nHit the street then I jump in the whip\nHit the bitches to pick up the grip\nHad an eight and I sipped me a fifth\nHe ain’t gangster, I know he’ll break\nAnd bag up his head for some chips, you know that I did it\nHey, I pull up with choppers the size of midgets\nSee this sauce and this drippin', that’s my religion\nI’m a gangster, lil' bitch, like my name was Griffin\nI’m a gangster, lil' bitch, like I’m Gordon\nI pull up in somethin' important\nEat steaks when I sit down at Maury’s\nI’m gassin', a whole 'nother orbit\nI tell you we spent it and they just absorb it\nLook at my brother 'cause he had a warrant (Twin)\nCame in in traffic, sit in the foreign\nYou come from the Hills and I come from the forest\nYou came from the 'burbs and I came from the street\nAll of my diamonds, they hit so unique\nI just put spikes on the tip of my feet\nI threw stacks of them thousands, they really on me, hey, hey\nI got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands\nAnd I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan\nPush up on a nigga, woo, I’m the Boogie Man\nHit him with a forty-four like I’m the Son of Sam\nHey, hey, we with it\nWhatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nAnd my diamonds they hittin' terrific\nIf you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it\nWe with whatever you with, hey\nI’m the shit, damn, then admit it\nNo cap, knock off his fitted\nYeah, I touch down in Dallas like Emmitt\nI’m really ballin', man, these niggas just scrimmage\nYeah, I’m ridin' in a foreign, it’s tinted\nHe was pretendin', he playin' an image\nI ride with a stick like the Wicked Witches\nI’m a one-of-one, they know who different\nI got water on me like a fish\nI’m lit up like a tree on Christmas\nThat codeine and caffeine, I mix 'em\nYou too broke, I can’t pay you attention\nRide with the Glock, give a fuck who against me\nCamo Valentino, high-tops Givenchy\nI’m goin' for it like it’s fourth down and inches\nDrip, drippin' on these niggas like I was rinsin'\nI got lots of thousands, I got tons of bands\nAnd I ride around with choppers like Afghanistan\nPush up on a nigga, woo, I’m the Boogie Man\nHit him with a forty-four like I’m the Son of Sam\nHey, hey, we with it\nWhatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nSay whatever you with, yeah, we with it\nAnd my diamonds they hittin' terrific\nIf you want it, lil' boy, you gon' get it\nWe with whatever you with, hey