Wit Me

Uh (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go, go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Oh yeah)
Go, go (Yeah)
Go, go, go

I walk in the Louis store, cannot be cheap
Got bad bitches on me just 'cause my feet
I walk in and you know that I reek
But scammin' niggas that would give you a piece
And I be high like a young nigga boardin'
Good gas and it's all in my organs
Don't need these bitches, no, they not important
Smoking dope even when I'm recordin'
Braids in my hair [?]
Beamer car, man, I'm switching them lanes (Skrrt)
Got good gas pack, I'm in memory lane
A lot of real niggas, you can't fuck up the dream
I came in this bitch and I fucked up the game
A lot of money, man, I'm making it rain
I'm a trap nigga but look what I became
Lot of hundreds, got that shit to my name
I dare you to pull out ten bands
You gon' lose the dare 'cause I know that you can't
Nigga, these bitches stare at the racks in my pants
I be trappin' hard making your rap advance
Too much bands, you can tell my stance
In the kitchen like Cloudy With A Chance
Bad bitch don't need no implants
I ain't throwin' money, you can stop all that dancin'
Spending money on designer, somethin' random
Getting money, man, this shit so random
Mix the Ksubi and Louis, man, that's a lil' random
These niggas broke, man, don't be an example
Big dawg, not a kitty, bitch
I'm trappin' hard, don't hit me, bitch (Trap too hard)
Free the gang even though that they guilty
I don't give a fuck, man, I still want 'em with me
(Go, go, go)