Wit Da sh*tz lyrics

[Hook : S.Dot]
Don't try to hit our block we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't trynna talk b*tch we trynna do a hit
Got your b*tch all on my di*k got this rolly on my wrist
30 on my hip , every shorty on the sh*t
Hell yeah we with the sh*ts
Yeah b*tch we with the sh*ts
He gon try us cause all us with the sh*ts
With the sh*ts, with the sh*ts, yeah we with the sh*ts
So you better not run up on us cause all us with the sh*ts

[Verse 1: S.Dot]
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up sh*t
On that opp sh*t, we gon get your car flipped
Ridin in that foreign, i be on some boss sh*t
Them boys talkin bout they want war man stop the nonsense
Actin like you hard get put in a coffin
Pull up then we sparkin, ain't with the talkin
22, 1 in the top,yeah we call that jordan
b*tch don't ask me what it cost , cause you can't afford this
I got choppers i got Glocks, i get them sh*ts imported
Catch a body, i got lawyers so it ain't important
I gotta smoke some weed cause i got a short temp
And your b*tch she suck my di*k, she let me record it
485 thats my company, we got endorsements
Get you smoked quick , on that CEO sh*t
Remember in the trap sleepin with them roaches
Remember cause this rap b*tch we pushing Porches
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tay600]
Slidin through my hood better not be throwin up the bricks
Bossman be hittin capes he always lurkin for a lick
45 on my hip, i ain't got time to bump lips
23 up in that smith, i got lil Dee up in a dip
Say f*ck LA you get killed in the same day
Lil Marc and shondale they got killed in the same way
All black thats my gear when i play in that gangway
Step out in all white like a n*gga that slang yay
Leaning off a six , and i just smoked like four zips
Why she all on my di*k if thats supposed to be your b*tch
Me and dot be off the sh*ts cause we both got a short temp
Slide on opps with 50 clips and you playing with short clips
Call up front here they come yeah we got reinforcements
We got more sh*t, leave you stank like horse sh*t
Remember on the block in the cut with them torches
And now my shortys scorching they jumping off porches

[outro : S.Dot]
Don't try to hit our block we got shooters in a dip
And we ain't trynna talk b*tch we trynna do a hit
Got your b*tch all on my di*k