Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)

Bitch

Put my dick on your face

Put my gun in your purse

Put my work in your pussy

Bitch don’t cum on the work

Pass the weed to your slime

These niggers greener then lime

So many knots in my pockets

These bitches need a massage

I was born in the drought

I hope i die in your mouth

If your a rat you should of died as a mouse

The weed louder then the opera house

Till the fat lady sing

Drop codeine in my punch

I’m bout to take a swing

If niggas thinking im soft

I knock your thinking cap off

I get blood out these pussys

I’m a stinking tampon

This for my nigga back home

I’m so new orleans regardless

Got bitches fallen like august

Cause that bullshit to a tauraus

My bitches badder then me

Call that adam and eve

I do tricks on my skateboard

Not up my sleeve

I kiss your bitch on her neck

Shoot your man in the head

Get his mamas address

Then send his parents his head

I play with pussy not these niggas

Crucifie these niggas

Kidnap em call there boss and ask em who gonna buy these niggas

Got lil wayne on her ass

Lil tunchi on her titties to kill me you gotta die

Wit me wit me wit me wit me

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(I’m wit you!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

I ain’t never been dumb my nigga

Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it

Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it

Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it

I’m cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch

I swear she know her legs up high

She spread eagle and then took in my big ego

I’m stealthy, I Tunechi them

Let me tell you a little something bout me

I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali

Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali

I’m thrown, no catchin me

These niggas in the game – so sad to me

I’m sure no one would care we

Just put them out their misery

But no sympathy and no green, uh uh

Me home with no heat, uh uh

Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public

And they never do nothing

You violator, demonstrations I’mma

Put niggas up on there, wherever we want

I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas

I’m mowin my bag, the purple mohana

Get after my girl and it’s round whatever

So don’t be struck down when you seein me nigga

Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie

You ready for war, you bout that like really

You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily

See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me

Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin with me

Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(Talk to em!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Uh, pussy money weed with me

Before you judge me I plead guilty

I wish you nigga would, I won’t get a splinter

Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in

Turn this glock on and I’m not human

My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin

One giant leap for mankind

I’m high as mooman, how have you been?

Burning on my waist

But it ain’t that far away

I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay

Here today, gone today

I play with pussy, not these niggas

Crucify these niggas

Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas

Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties

To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true

Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do

These niggas ain’t kings, these niggas ain’t too

Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain’t going

Got the outside, inside, little lane too

I sold up nigga, hold up nigga

Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga

Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga

We’ll hit that bitch come pull up

Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er

When your late checkin up, she match us about

Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house

We leave up the house, getting 100’s and 50’s

And go do one up for 250

We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities

These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(I’m with you!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

No, they ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Yo T.I.

They ain’t fuckin with us pimps