Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit It, artist - Gunna.
Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wit It |
I see you with it, I’m with it, my nigga, just get it |
Bank-roll got hundreds and fifties |
I took two million, admit it, I’m truly committed |
My palms consistently itchin' |
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasin' these Benjis |
Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys |
Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission |
None of this shit came free |
Gunna out the street, had to take chances, yeah |
Quarter K in rubber bands, stuffed in my pants |
I can do it Van Damme |
Ain’t stopping now, I feel I gotta advance |
Jumpin' on planes, then come the rap stans |
Course they dig what I’m saying |
Another advance, smokin' me the strong strain |
Audemar watch, add it to the cart |
Had to get the cars washed |
Heated marble squares on the floor |
The car got a bar |
Copped me an Aventador |
Pushing this shit to the core |
What the fuck are you waiting for? |
My spot’s even got a gym on the north |
Fifty bands to my lawyer for court |
My spot’s even got a gym on the north |
Fifty bands to my lawyer for court |
I see you with it, I’m with it, my nigga, just get it |
Bank-roll got hundreds and fifties |
I took two million, admit it, I’m truly committed |
My palms consistently itchin' |
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasin' these Benjis |
Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys |
Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission |
Runnin' the sea, I’m a wave |
New suit on, coupe came with leather and suede |
Fuck with this bitch 'cause she going both ways |
Too much of this shit, I’ma throw it in bags |
Not fuckin' you bitches from back in the day |
Your condo is lame, it dead like a grave |
Gettin' at my bag, got my family amazed |
Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze |
Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze |
Call me your dog, hold me down to the grave |
I see you with it, I’m with it, my nigga, just get it |
Bank-roll got hundreds and fifties |
I took two million, admit it, I’m truly committed |
My palms consistently itchin' |
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasin' these Benjis |
Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys |
Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission |