With Them (feat. Lil Tjay)

Kilo made this JD On Tha Track Hey Ayy Shooter tryna up that pole He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them Lotta niggas act like hoes And that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey) Soon as I started to run it up All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them She gave me head like a dummy or sum' She left her friend but she wanted to come Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum' See the boys and hit the gas in the whip Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns When we catch him we put him in a blunt Action movie, I just came in to stunt Niggas ain't real, just shows I gotta get to the top, wanna reach for my goals No, I can't run from no pole Fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his scope Rollin' down the opp's street, bro Niggas can say what they want, they already know That boy'll stick to the code Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row I keep it on me, don't pass that Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag Boy, you a lame, we'll bag that I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag And I know what they mad at Caught a opp, I don't leave his [?] I keep having these flashbacks Tryna fill it with paint, everything, I see matte black Shooter tryna up that pole He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them Lotta niggas act like hoes And that's the reason I can't get money with them Soon as I started to run it up All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them She gave me head like a dummy or sum' She left her friend but she wanted to come Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum' See the boys and hit the gas in the whip Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy (Baow, baow) Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns When we catch him we put him in a blunt Action movie, I just came in to stunt Hood fav', know this ain't what you want (Hey) Let the flame move, tell 'em the verse (Baow, baow) Niggas hate to see you up in the front Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front Young niggas gotta get it And we gotta put on for the city, though We ain't funny, move dirty Catch a body, they got it on video Don't got no love for these dirty bitches I don't even want them in my videos Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal I can't fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop This is real nigga music, not hip-hop Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks From the bottom, went up to the tip-top Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped Shooter tryna up that pole He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them Lotta niggas act like hoes And that's the reason I can't get money with them Soon as I started to run it up All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them (Hey) She gave me head like a dummy or sum' She left her friend but she wanted to come Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or sum' See the boys and hit the gas in the whip Heater on me like I'm under the Sun, ayy Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns When we catch him we put him in a blunt Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)