f*ckin Wit It lyrics

by

King Los


(Hook)
Drink got me faded, but I'm f*ckin wit it
Kush got me blown away, but I'm f*ckin wit it
Girl do your thing, I'm f*ckin wit it
I don't know your name, but I'm f*ckin wit it
All my n*ggas with the sh*t, you know we f*ckin wit it
I was just around the way, the homies f*ckin wit it
Got a line on your girl, and she f*ckin wit it
It's a fly n*gga world, and she f*ckin wit it
Girl, pop the thing, cause I'm f*ckin wit it
I'll drop the change, and I'm f*ckin wit it
I'm f*ckin wit it, I'm f*ckin wit it, I'm f*ckin wit it

(Verse 1)
Whip full of honeys and them nice chains
Fist full of money at the dice game
My n*ggas used to bundle up them white things
And dip up out the corner when the lights came
n*gga try to knock me, tell him "nice try"
Kill another hundred tryna give myself a high five
Looking at the phantoms man they costed in the high fives
Bring it through and kill everybody, that's called a drive-by
While I
I've been on my hustle too long for the fake sh*t
Had to move on from the snake sh*t
Had to take my life in my own hands
Ain't no coupon, n*gga save it
Duckin b*tch n*ggas, duckin bullets, duckin cops
Duckin bomb b*tches that jump on my c*ck
My n*gga just won us a pew, that's a blessing
Point a n*gga out, I'll peel, let me stretch it
Sacrifice myself to see my people eat
My n*gga thought he'd probably never leave the street
Went and got the Uncle, threw away the Jesus piece
Cause I know all this knowledge deep, and n*ggas need a piece
There's a bunch of motherf*ckers that I need to teach
Yeah we need to reach a level where we all get it
I got something rolled up, we can all hit it
And a n*gga going way to hard wit it
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(Verse 2)
I'm a super elevated, melonated
Being. Copped the coup with hella paper
Chop the roof and tell the haters see em later
You've been educated by the enemy
Prayin to an entity to empty the empathy
From your heart. Cop stopped you, c*cked his gun timidly
POP. POP. Call it muscle memory
Slavemaster in his blood, he'll never show a n*gga sympathy
Who we gonna call on when they cap a n*gga?
What's the remedy?
We ain't call em when they cap a n*gga
Is you diggin me?
They just wanna call it, Kapernick a n*gga. Literally
Man I'm so serious
Francis Scott Key wrote the anthem
And his racist head said that blacks was inferior
bast*rds ain't hearin us holler for help
College does not provide wealth
Stack up your dollars, gain knowledge, and sell
Realize the power you got in yourself
Be conscious of health
sh*t, since I went vegan or spirtually speakin
I feel like the ancestors' hearing me speakin
Oh I got it baby, you know I'm a get inside it baby
Plus I got a navy right behind me, rest in peace to Dr Sebi
A n*gga kushed up, burn the blunt down
It's hard to put the cup down, cause you know:
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