The Higher Class - Fuck Wit Me (feat. Superchillguy & Chronic) Lyrics

Beating down your block
Big glock
But I'm ten deep
I ain't trying to catch a body yet so please don't tempt me
I'ma hit salweezy, tell him bust it till it's empty
Superchillguy sold his soul, look in his eyes he's empty
Stopped f*cking with niggas and these bitches
I ain't friendly
I need big bucks for this gas
Something like a hemi
The way these niggas acting i think they deserve an emmy
I'm in a quiet place with a blunt, no emmily
Every day i wake up I be praying for my enemies
If i die before i wake i know where god is sending me
Kiss my ass like centipedes
All my friends is dead to me
Yo bitch she get wet for me
Can't let nan nigga get to me

F*ck with me
F*ck with me
We getting money like nothing g
All of these rappers ain't nothing to me
Sit your ass down in your f*cking seat
Seventeen hundred on everything
Rolling up clouds of that evergreen
And i wake up stunting like every day
Swear to god y'all go'n remember me
North side
Ride up to the east
Keep talking that shit it go south quick
F*ck all that faking for clout shit
We know that you really ain't bout shit
My goonies be riding with fat clips
Banana clip pressed on your mouth bitch
And they good with the google maps
Send they ass straight to your address
Shoot your ass bet you remember me
I feel this shit in my energy
I drop your ass off in seven trees
Thc chron you smellin me
Ima make sure you remember me
Migo gang, cuddi I'm off a bean
I need my chronic to f*cking breathe
I give a f*ck if you f*ck with me
F*ck with me
F*ck with me
I give a f*ck if you f*cking me
F*ck with me
F*ck with gang
F*cking up
We ain't f*cking playing
F*cking up
We ain't f*cking playing
Young chron
Spirit bomb
I'm just going super sayan