Cant get wit it Lyrics

Long live Nine , scoop , Drock all dem niggas mane

Yeahdhatt

You know What the fuck goin' on, nigga

Free Dem

Still in the Vill, reside in them trenches

Free all of them niggas that's locked behind fences

Don't fuck with too many, they all in my business

A nigga like Jefe just count up them digits

He spoke on that shit, now his body is missing

That nigga still dead, they still don't get back

These niggas be bitches, they all in the trap

That shit on my chest, I'm ridin' till I'm dead

Don't do new friends my niggas gone inda Feds

Take walks with the devil, they makin' they bed

12-0 on my ass, you know jefe he fled

Plot on these niggas, you better go sit

Don't jump in this shit, to go catch an attempt

You can't leave no witness and don't leave a cent

This shit in the field, it get messy

Slide on they block with the puck

Them shooters, they hit

Them niggas, they feelin' like Gretzky

Drop a bag on your head, a nigga run up

That little nigga shoulda tried to test me

Chess not checkers and you make that move

Bitch, that's your best piece

How you got aim? Ain't nobody dead

Niggas be tippin', converse with the fed

Niggas ain't clickers, these niggas dey rookies

Get hit with that time, point dey finger, they lookin

Niggas be chattin', they don't really live it

You step on that side, the shit gettin' vivid

Bust that shit open, can you see the digits

Re-rockin' that shit and I gave him the midget

Place a dub on that casket , nigga, good riddance

All of my sins and you know I'm repentin

Rockin' for rock', you know that I miss him

Ooh, Pablo, chickens, whip it turn the heat on the stove ohh whip it

Still in the Ville, reside in them trenches

Free all of them niggas that's locked behind fences

Don't fuck with too many, they all in my business

A nigga like Jefe just count up them digits

He spoke on that shit, now his body is missing

That nigga still dead, they still don't get back

These niggas be bitches, they all in the chat