Witcha lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Lud Foe]
KidWond3r, you made this beat? dang
Gang, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm that n*gga, I'm that n*gga, I'm that n*gga
I'm that n*gga, I'm that n*gga, ayy

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I'm that n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger
That n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
You see me in the club flexin', I bought all the ones
You ask marks, you YSN, we got all the guns
f*ck the plug, we rob him blind, we need all the funds
My b*tch a drug trafficker, she make all the runs
That b*tch ain't bad then I won't f*ck 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
n*gga f*ck your plug, shop with me, and get it cheaper
Smokin' on some potent reefer, you smoke sativa
b*tch I'm ballin', f*ckin' on the cheerleaders
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I'm that n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who gun bigger
That n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I'm that n*gga 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 n*gga, go fishin'
We gon' kill a n*gga on prison
But we got on gloves and sh*t when we get at you
So ain't gon' none of that sh*t be a mystery
On the block, 2010, we was hustlin', tastin' two
Yeah we was servin' that b*tch like Mystikal
I was tryna tote that b*tch 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 f*cked on all you lil n*ggas' b*tches too
And we'll shoot at all you n*ggas too
I'm that n*gga, we been them n*ggas
Whack a n*gga, roll that sh*t 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 b*tch was out here suckin' di*k, 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
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I'm that n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger
That n*gga, I hang with killers and drug dealers
pus*y n*gga don't make me get up with you, I come and get you
Four-five-four n*gga, them bullets hit you
I hang around wig splitters who guns bigger
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