Wit It lyrics

[Intro: Beno]
Alright
Ooh, sh*t
You know I bome f*ckin', motherf*ckin’ uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteen with the motherf*ckin' sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherf*cker, you know what I’m talkin' about?
I was blowin' that sh*t like a fan

[Chorus: Beno]
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf*ckin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n*gga (Skrrt)
Your b*tch f*ckin', di*k suckin’, and she stuffin’ (And she stuffin')
Can’t believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Drego]
I let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (Man)
I’ll let this b*tch rip, yeah, right in public
You might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the b*tch so cunning
Barrel on this b*tch so big, it's a-rum-pa-pummin' (Boom, boom)
It's all about the dog, the boy, the Andre Drummond
Ten thou' on lean a month, a year one-twenty
My dog, he bangin' blues, he f*ck with Tookie
'03, '04, I'm not a regular rookie (Yeah)
I'll drop a body, b*tch, you better not push me
[Verse 2: Beno]
I'll run a bag back just like Boobie
The weed, the pop, you know exotic
She said she want a picture with Lil Yachty

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
His mama cryin' (Why?), the homies had to catch a body
Smoked that boy like Biscotti, I might go cop a Bugatti
Brought them b*tches home from the club in the lobby
Moral to the story, don't invite me to your party

[Chorus: Beno]
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf*ckin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n*gga (Skrrt)
Your b*tch f*ckin', di*k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley & Lil Yachty]
Ayy, say I still ain't learn my lesson, b*tch, I'm still down there in Lexington (Winburn)
Mackin' up packs, mix the Xanax with the heroin (Work)
Guacamole on me, I been workin' like a Mexican (Gracias)
She say I'm on some extra sh*t 'cause I say bring an extra b*tch (What?)
I was in Allure last night bein' benevolent (Throwin' it)
Out my element, but I ain't trippin', bro got a TEC on him (Bah)
Hole in his head, he dead, no need to check on him (Gone)
Dog sh*t on my killer, he look like he won a settlement (Got that dog sh*t)
Don't even tell me 'bout them n*ggas 'cause they all broke (Them n*ggas broke)
Them n*ggas di*k suck too much, I seen 'em all choke (f*ck wrong)
Had my n*gga clap this b*tch up like applause, bro (Brrah)
She wanna f*ck me, she already f*cked my dog Boat (Gang, No cap, Lil Boat)
[Chorus: Beno]
You better have your motherf*ckin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n*gga (Skrrt)
Your b*tch f*ckin', di*k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)

[Verse 5: Sada Baby]
Made your b*tch stuff the pills with the K-Y Jelly, we in KY with it
Pick-six him in Detroit, it look like Dré Bly did it
We got 'bows and you know we move the canine with it
Say that work double up every way I hit it
Every day, I gotta sip an eight with my n*ggas
Watch your tone and body language 'fore I flip you over
Put you baby build-ass n*ggas on my shoulder
Burp a n*gga, pop a Perc', and f*ck his ho for closure
Hahaha, real soldier, huh
Bandana on my head like it's the 'Nolia
Hmm, Yachty, ain't them n*ggas soft just like I told ya? hmm-huh

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty]
Sweet like a pastry out a toaster (Ugh)
Flatline a n*gga, hang him up like a poster (b*tch)
I'm in West End with it, with Lil Ben with it (West End with it)
Pay the bills and I still let my friend hit it (Yeah)
Ain't no fun if the homies can't get none (Slatt)
She was strokin' my di*k like a fist pump (Bee, bee)
[Chorus: Beno]
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherf*ckin' heat with you (Brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, n*gga (Skrrt)
Your b*tch f*ckin', di*k suckin', and she stuffin' (And she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (Know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (Thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (Brrt)