paroles de chanson Who Wit Me - GMG Lulheim

(Nigga who made this shit, TayTay made the beat)

Pockets blue like cyan, Swerve I can rely on
Niggas act like peons
Niggas know who we are
2 years rocking G-Star
GMG kick through your door like fifa

I don't sing acapella, gotta pick up a mic
Got a message yea
I don't know what to tell her
When I'm working don't want you to stress me
Now that I'm up Pussy niggas wan test me
Niggas gon hate and they ain't even met me
Blue face hundreds they calling me benji
This gun gon shoot full auto or semi
Bad bitch drunk, she get lit off the henny

Ouu (Ouu), Ouu (Ouu)
Know that I be with my crew (Crew)
Know that I keep me a tool
She asking for money must think I'm a fool
Big E got the stick he a slimey lil dude
Can't pick up my phone gotta be in the mood
He tryna get loud got a bitch attitude
Teach him a lesson ain't even in school
I had no help, I ain't know what to do

Work so hard, I bet I never stop
All my opps in the ring, the way I'm beating up they block
And bitch I'm tryna learn how to sing
Cause who the fuck gon tell me not
Feel like a chef how I'm whipping the pot
Them internet niggas be posting they hot
(Ouu)

Pockets blue like cyan, Swerve I can rely on
Niggas act like peons
Niggas know who we are
2 years rocking G-Star
GMG kick through your door like fifa
Keep waiting I'll give you the best of me
Proud of my niggas it's no jealousy
(Ohh)

I don't sing acapella, gotta pick up a mic
Got a message yea
I don't know what to tell her
When I'm working don't want you to stress me
Now that I'm up Pussy niggas wan test me
Niggas gon hate and they ain't even met me
Blue face hundreds they calling me benji
This gun gon shoot full auto or semi
Bad bitch drunk, she get lit off the henny
(Woah)

Went from thrift store clothes, finna cop me sum fendi
Be in the stu when I'm dropping these classics
Big GMG we a 5 man package
You asking for money that shit really tragic
Finna cut off my ex like she never happened
Don't let a broke nigga pass me
Too many opps in they sky
I be spitting the truth when they gon realize
(Ouu)

I'm focused my eyes on the prize
I'm never gon deal with your lies
I had to change I was way too kind
And fuck all them niggas tryna shade my shine
All I need is my mic
Make sure my niggas alright (Ight)
I got hitters I don't fight (Fight)
Go head purp bitch its on sight (On sight)

Tryna focus on me, I don't need no enemies
I'm different you can see
Gotta move smart when your in these streets
It was me and my bro, used to trap at the store
I know he got his pole, we ain't getting setup by hoes
Take a L to the chin cause I know how it go
Touch 1 of my brothers we taking your soul
(Ahh)

I don't sing acapella, gotta pick up a mic
Got a message yea
I don't know what to tell her
When I'm working don't want you to stress me
Now that I'm up Pussy niggas wan test me
Niggas gon hate and they ain't even met me
Blue face hundreds they calling me benji
This gun gon shoot full auto or semi
Bad bitch drunk, she get lit off the henny

(Nigga who made this shit, TayTay made the beat)