Here Wit Us lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
In the field f*cking up my kicks, I don't even punt
Got a box in these shoes, I ain't gon' even stunt
All these hundreds in this room, make a n*gga krump
Skinny n*gga, but my pockets bold, Sherman Klump
I ain't f*cking with you n*ggas like I'm Donald Trump
Where was you when I was broke down, need a jump?
Bimmer, we was on the four, we was ridin'
In the front thick, n*gga, we was not hidin'
Came from shootin' ones, yeah, I was strikin'
Young n*ggas in the alley, we was fightin'
Throwin' eggs at these cars while they drivin'
Now we pullin' up in Bentleys, ain't no Jeeps
If them b*tches on my feet, thеy ain't cheap
If I f*cked and nevеr called, that pus*y weak
She bleedin', so I'm in her throat for a week
Ain't no diamonds, just plain jane, b*tch, with the Philippe
Mixing Louis with the Fendi, all that Kappa, you can keep it
Had a dream that I drowned 'cause I'm dripping in my sleep
Dozed off Gucci'd down, but Balencis on my feet
Asking me if I want dome, duh, b*tch, what you think?
Can't get close to my b*tch, yeah, like that b*tch stink
Double F's and G's all on my b*tch, ain't no PINK
You ain't with the Clan, n*gga, hell nah, we can't link

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Hell nah, we can't link
I got Henny and D'USSÉ, what you drink?
[?], all these n*ggas tryna meet
n*ggas hating but they got it on repeat
Alexanders on my feet
Real thick Black b*tch, pus*y pink
n*gga thought he seen Meek, that was me
Only n*ggas in the Wraith on the E
n*ggas hoes, man, I swear to God
Scary n*gga, almost [?]
Call his ass B-Rabbit, he stay with his moms
b*tch, I like head, I don't want no handjob
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
We just hit a double-double, we was in and out
All these hundreds here, n*gga, like we print 'em out
n*ggas mad that we ball, y'all keep sittin' out
Your b*tch like a wild dog, she keep gettin' out
Loud pipes on these coupes, yeah, they spittin' out
You ain't with the Clan, n*gga, you ain't here with us
We got gas, we got juice, ain't no beer with us
Same hoes that I dog take you year to f*ck

[Outro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
We just hit a double-double, we was in and out
All these hundreds here, n*gga, like we print 'em out
n*ggas mad that we ball, y'all keep sitting out
Your b*tch like a wild dog, she keep getting out
Loud pipes on these coupes, yeah, they spittin' out
You ain't with the Clan, n*gga, you ain't here with us
We got gas, we got juice, ain't no beer with us
Same hoes that I dog take you year to f*ck