Текст песни Wit That - AceMula

Give me a beat I'm attacking it
Ace looking at me like brodie what's happening
Nigga we with that, blood this crip that
Don't get shit wacked, on the set on the guys
I know homies that's get back
Don't get ya shit cracked, we be playing on purpose
Don't do no chit chat
You know that we with that
Looked in his mama eyes and tell her we did that
They from jersey
They be playing with them pistols
And be popping them perks
One of them served me
And that shit was so fire
I copped me a thirty
They say to be safe, so I go to my safe
And be safe, when I pull out my thirty
And I fuck with some
Hoover's, shine's, brim's, grape's
And couple of thirties

Now on to the bitches
What more can I say, I know they with it
They come at your fitted
If you not talking that
That money, that power or that business
Get shot in your back with a stiffy
I know these bitches with me
I know these bitches would hit me
They ain't know I was sending the gang
They ain't know they were
Bringing them sticky's
On to the cars
Niggas pulling up in all different sharks
You won't even get far
Leaving barcode lit
That nigga going to die in his car
Black on black crimes
Shit is just so sad
Oh well, we going get to the bag
They say if its stuck then it up
We hitting them walk offs
Game time, see we getting it done
At the same time
We shoot for the sun
Gang time, we getting it done
We hitting them walk offs
See its game time, see we getting it done
At the same time
We shoot for the sun
Gang time, so we getting it done
They ain't know I was sending the gang
They ain't know they were
Bringing them sticky's
On to the cars
They ain't know I was sending the gang
They ain't know they were
Bringing them sticky's
On to the cars
Blood this, crip that
Blood this, crip that

Nigga we with that, blood this crip that
Don't get shit wacked, on the set on the guys
I know homies that's get back
Don't get ya shit cracked, we be playing on purpose
Don't do no chit chat
You know that we with that
Looked in his mama eyes and tell her we did that
They from jersey
They be playing with them pistols
And be popping them perks
One of them served me
And that shit was so fire
I copped me a thirty
They say to be safe, so I go to my safe
And be safe, when I pull out my thirty
And I fuck with some
Hoover's, shine's, brim's, grape's
And couple of thirties
Now on to the bitches
What more can I say, I know they with it
They come at your fitted
If you not talking that
That money, that power or that business
Get shot in ya back with a stiffy
I know these bitches with me
I know these bitches would hit me
They ain't know I was sending the gang
They ain't know they were
Bringing them sticky's
On to the cars
They ain't know I was sending the gang
They ain't know they were
Bringing them sticky's
On to the cars
Blood this, crip that
Blood this, crip that
Nigga we with that