Up Wit It (feat. Ray Bandz)

Making it rain cus I'm up wit it I'm riding dirty she fuck wit it Baddie stay callin my phone now I need the sticcy I'm stuck wit it Pull weight Truck wit it They still owe me bread yo wassup wit it I got em leanin' no cup wit it If the pack doesn't fit then I duffle it Niggas ain't brim They just be cap Fucc a opp bitch then I'm bussing a slap Skinny nigga but my blunts is all fat We don't play tic tac toe we just tact Savvy Walk out the bitch wit a baddie Legs flying all round the caddy Bullets flying Eli manning Moving like powder they all wit the capping Walk in the spot n it's light camera action Slide on ya mans while a nigga distract him Trap in LA and woke up in Manhattan From the side of the bridge we don't say none Boy the semi got a lisp It's a spray gun Wasn't given many chances had to take some Heavy smoke got it lookin like Jamaicans Posted wit some Haitians Niggas really faking folce gabana I be in miami tony Montana When I make it clap She call me the hammer City nigga try to keep up wit the grammar Lately been moving real delicate Brushed off a felony Back in my element Aint no regretting shit yea yea I hadda get the shit yea yea When you in flushing they all wit the shit Felt like that nigga since I was a jit Ysl bouta hit me a licc If she need some dick then she throw me the clit This is designer this shit isn't mids Lack on the seven u know that it's clipped Bouta elevate hop on a ship Twenty-Four I'm bouta win me a chip Making it rain cus I'm up wit it I'm riding dirty she fuck wit it Baddie stay callin my phone now I need the sticcy I'm stuck wit it Pull weight Truck wit it They still owe me bread yo wassup wit it I got em leanin' no cup wit it If the bag doesn't fit then I duffle it Niggas ain't brim They just be cap Fucc a opp bitch then I'm bussing a slap Skinny nigga but my blunts is all fat We don't play tic tac toe we just tact Savvy Walk out the bitch wit a baddie Legs flying all round the caddy Bullets flying Eli manning Mula gave me the green light They be dead before the street lights They can't walk in my shoes I been bussing my moves I been living this street life Gotta make sure I eat right Gussy Gus got the beam right Got the knockings right under my pillow My crib is on zillow No sleep tight Man this bitch started sucking my dick And she took my spirit We Ain't taking no cheap flights And they call me Ray Bandz So I came with Ray Bandz Or some carties to make sure I see right and if I see right Man this nigga keep head cracking He playing with cheat dice If he head crack again Then I'm cracking his head Man y'all know the rules to this street life So it's beef right Yes I'm fully loaded Try to spin with the bape as his mask So I'm knocking his hoodie open From the hood keep a knockings I'm fully toting Red beam on the scope got me fully focused Like Just passed my lil hitter the strap Niggas shooting at us so we shooting it back Ahe roll with a thirty it's pact I roll with a beam We be moving too tact Yeah we tactical Yeah we tactical If I run into my opps then we gotta get it Double drum in the clip Got the choppa spinning If I prey on my opps Swear to god I'm sinning I got so much paper I probably print it Cuz I'm up with it