Wit It lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds]
(Doomstation, yo)
Aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse: IceBirds]
I got your b*tch, wit' it
All of my n*ggas wit' it
Get to the cash, committed
Ball on these n*ggas, pivot
New whip wit' the frog, ribbit
I got the windows tinted
Only two can fit in it
Roll up the wood and it's litty
Hit him wit' the right and the left
I got the stacks on the shelf
I love my n*ggas to death
Not talkin' money, I'm deaf
You hurtin', you need some help
Got snakes for a Gucci belt
Run it up, did that by myself
Count it up, do that by myself
Whippin' is givin' me whelps
I make your b*tch melt
She give me throat, strep
Thot thots, cannot be kept
Flexin' on n*ggas, a habit
Ballin' on n*ggas, I feel like I'm Magic
They know, I'm all about basket
Boy, when I shoot, it can get tragic
f*ck wit' the gang, get astatic
Cash, we don't do plastic
Gas, wrap it in plastic
Bands, fresh out the plastic
Your pockets hurt, they need bandage
Pull up wit' the choppa' and we doin' damage
IceBirds, damn, you so outstandin'
I got the drip, didn't come from a mannequin
[Verse 2: 44 OakBoy]
Exotic drip, it's nasty
Exotic whip, I do the dash in it
Big Backwood, no need to passin' it
Get to the racks, you know that I'm stackin' it
All of my n*ggas, they savages
No need the beef, you know we gon' handle it
Slide down your block, light it up
I get that sack, it's a must
I don't give a damn, I give a f*ck
I get the sack, f*ck it up
One in the head, it's ready to bust
Come get your b*tch, she all on my nuts
They come with security, I came with my gun
Too many hoes, I feel like Don Juan
Look at my jewels, they fresh out the pond
How can I lose? I already won
Don't go by the rules, I live by the gun
Get you some loot, go get you some money

[Verse 3: Bando Supreme]
Get you some loot, get you some funds
Claimed to get money but you can't make bond
Count up a check and I do it for fun
Smokin' a 'wood and the gas in my lungs
Came for the bread and need all of the crumbs
Your money short just like Elmer Fudd
Claimed to be real but you soft like a pug
Just 'cause you got tatts don’t make you a thug
He said he want smoke but sound like a pug
Two twin Glocks, you know I keep tucked
He said he want smoke, wit' it
Pull up wit' Glocks, semi
Pull up windows tinted
I got the horse, Hemi
Mixin' the lean like a chemist
I got the tool like a dentist
[Outro: Bando Supreme]
We wit' it
Big check, I get it