immzah - wit it Lyrics

Ay ay
We talking real life
Ay ay , ay ay , ogk
That bitch tryna f*ck on me
(tryna f*ck on me)
She tryna smoke my shit
She don't got no weed
(She don't got no weed)
That boy tryna smoke on us he don't got no
That boy tryna smoke what ?
That Nigga don't got no guns
She try f*ck wit me , she ain 1
That bitch tryna f*ck on us
Even tho we the gang , we good
We got dem racks
That bitch tryna f*ck , she gon tax
We gon run that shit , real racks
Real real racks
We whippin that shit up
Bitch tryna get wit us
Bitch tryna get wit us
(Get wit us)
He can't get wit us
(He can't get wit us)
He can't smoke wit us , he ain't the 1
That Nigga a bitch , he a wood
That nigga can't smoke real woods
We got it good
I know that nigga wish he could
You know we eating good
Yea we at Benihana's
Nigga can't really rock prada
Nigga don't really got product
He ain win wit us
And we up , yea
You ain't gon do that shit
She smoking all my weed
That nigga can't do nun wit it
(Do nun wit it)
He can't pull that trigga
(Pull that trigga)
He can't do nun wit it
(Do nun wit it)
He can't do nun , shited
(Do nun shitted)
Hit that boy he shited
(Hit that boy he shitty)
We got real weed
(We got real weed)
We smoking that shit , real tree
(Shjt, real tree)
That nigga tryna talk
That bitch tryna text on me
(Tryna text on me)
Bitch tryna f*ck on me
(Bitch tryna f*ck on me)
She don't really got no weed
(She don't really no weed)
He don't really got no uh-
He don't really got no guns
That bitch got the runts
Me and him smokin real runts
(Smokin real runts)
That bitch tryna f*ck wit me
She ain got runts
Bitch tryna f*ck me , she ain the one
Not my one
She not my bitch , she the one
She let him hit my son
That nigga , he my son
R-r-r-real runts
He don't got real shit , he gon run
We smokin on racks
We got real bags
He rocking that uh
We rockin that ah