Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song With Them , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 05.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
With Them |
| Kilo made this |
| JD On Tha Track |
| Hey |
| Ayy |
| Shooter tryna up that pole |
| He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them |
| Lotta niggas act like hoes |
| And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them (Hey) |
| Soon as I started to run it up |
| All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them |
| She gave me head like a dummy or sum' |
| She left her friend but she wanted to come |
| Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum |
| Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum' |
| See the boys and hit the gas in the whip |
| Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy |
| Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns |
| When we catch him we put him in a blunt |
| Action movie, I just came in to stunt |
| Niggas ain’t real, just shows |
| I gotta get to the top, wanna reach for my goals |
| No, I can’t run from no pole |
| Fuck around, that shit’ll take a nigga out his scope |
| Rollin' down the opp’s street, bro |
| Niggas can say what they want, they already know |
| That boy’ll stick to the code |
| Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row |
| I keep it on me, don’t pass that |
| Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag |
| Boy, you a lame, we’ll bag that |
| I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag |
| And I know what they mad at |
| Caught a opp, I don’t leave his |
| I keep having these flashbacks |
| Tryna fill it with paint, everything, I see matte black |
| Shooter tryna up that pole |
| He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them |
| Lotta niggas act like hoes |
| And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them |
| Soon as I started to run it up |
| All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them |
| She gave me head like a dummy or sum' |
| She left her friend but she wanted to come |
| Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum |
| Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum' |
| See the boys and hit the gas in the whip |
| Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy (Baow, baow) |
| Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns |
| When we catch him we put him in a blunt |
| Action movie, I just came in to stunt |
| Hood fav', know this ain’t what you want (Hey) |
| Let the flame move, tell 'em the verse (Baow, baow) |
| Niggas hate to see you up in the front |
| Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front |
| Young niggas gotta get it |
| And we gotta put on for the city, though |
| We ain’t funny, move dirty |
| Catch a body, they got it on video |
| Don’t got no love for these dirty bitches |
| I don’t even want them in my videos |
| Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal |
| I can’t fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop |
| This is real nigga music, not hip-hop |
| Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks |
| From the bottom, went up to the tip-top |
| Don’t pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped |
| Shooter tryna up that pole |
| He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them |
| Lotta niggas act like hoes |
| And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them |
| Soon as I started to run it up |
| All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them (Hey) |
| She gave me head like a dummy or sum' |
| She left her friend but she wanted to come |
| Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum |
| Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum' |
| See the boys and hit the gas in the whip |
| Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy |
| Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns |
| When we catch him we put him in a blunt |
| Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey) |