Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witcha, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Witcha |
| KidWond3r, you made this beat? |
| dang |
| Gang, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga |
| I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, ayy |
| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger |
| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger |
| You see me in the club flexin', I bought all the ones |
| You ask marks, you YSN, we got all the guns |
| Fuck the plug, we rob him blind, we need all the funds |
| My bitch a drug trafficker, she make all the runs |
| That bitch ain’t bad then I won’t fuck her, she out of lucker |
| I know she plottin' on my duffle, I’m not a sucker |
| Put this dope right in my engine, it got the muscle |
| High speed, the police see us, they eat my dust up |
| Lethal weapon on me, Danny Glover, my chopper Russia |
| She got ass, get it from her mother, I serve her brother |
| Eight balls off white, 'cause I’m a hustler |
| My kilo saran-wrapped, my dope smothered |
| In my trap I take catnaps, I’m no sleeper |
| Nigga fuck your plug, shop with me, and get it cheaper |
| Smokin' on some potent reefer, you smoke sativa |
| Bitch I’m ballin', fuckin' on the cheerleaders |
| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger |
| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger |
| I’m that nigga that’ll make your life a decision, if I say, they hit you |
| You ain’t never think fo’nem was gon' get up with you, 'til the whip up itchin' |
| Wake up, reel a nigga, go fishin' |
| We gon' kill a nigga on prison |
| But we got on gloves and shit when we get at you |
| So ain’t gon' none of that shit be a mystery |
| On the block, 2010, we was hustlin', tastin' two |
| Yeah we was servin' that bitch like Mystikal |
| I was tryna tote that bitch like igloo |
| Ran up the sack and I bought a lil stick or two |
| Dope got the fiend eyes yellow like Pikachu |
| I ain’t gon' lie, I popped a perc and I’m itchin' too |
| Done fucked on all you lil niggas' bitches too |
| And we’ll shoot at all you niggas too |
| I’m that nigga, we been them niggas |
| Whack a nigga, roll that shit up, we finna get pit up |
| Big ass whips, we smokin' bumpers, used to be a swisher |
| You don’t wanna see mask hop out that Hummer |
| Everybody gon' miss you, now he just a picture |
| Hop don’t count, you was in the bounty, had to learn your literature |
| Your bitch was out here suckin' dick, she’s a tongue twister |
| Tryna give me the bad ring, I’m not the mister |
| Made her put everything in her name, and it’s mister tricked her |
| I’m that nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger |
| That nigga, I hang with killers and drug dealers |
| Pussy nigga don’t make me get up with you, I come and get you |
| Four-five-four nigga, them bullets hit you |
| I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger |