Witcha Cypher ft. K.I.T Lyrics

Ayo, check it out

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Unh, unh

This shit goes out to all my niggas and all my bitches

I slay niggas like the witch or the bullets just hit ya

Tech Barretta sprays and then my niggas go and get ya

I got a bloodstained shirt, yeah this shit is not ketchup

You steady tryna catch up, uh-huh

But I'm movin' at a different pace that you cannot race

I'm kickin' dust up in your face, you stuck in second place

I got mad chops, grenades, and razor blades

For the two-faced faggots that wanna play games

I'm slammin' on niggas like I'm LeBron James

I want the money, the fame, and all the iced-out chains

Blowin' up like crypto, niggas gotta tiptoe

Cause I pack Macs and Barrettas in my six-fo

Impala Chevy, pockets feelin' heavy

Stackin' mad chips, now I'm fillin' up my belly

If moneybags stink, then I walk around smelly like a skunk

I got mad bills in the trunk, I blend up in MC

Put them in a cup and chug it down till it's empty

Dressed up in Fendi, or Louie

I'm gone' off these drugs that I'm brewin

These niggas steady tryna copy all my moves that I'm doin

But you not this, all a nigga do is drop hot shit

Niggas pussy scared to go get it, and Ted's just the opposite

Sorry, not sorry if a nigga just offend ya

Totin' on this Iron Man, but know I'm not a vengeance

A sinner, so how am I a motherfuckin' winner

Steal, all about a motherfuckin' dollar

Veal, can't touch a thing, boy, you get killed

I ain't make the damn rules, nigga, that's just how it is

Screamin' four, how you feel? Headed to another mill

I lost him so damn long, you would've thought I had a meal

At 60K, I done touched that, 20, I done tucked that

Didn't have way more, but niggas, they real suspect

Would've popped a nigga hand, but I didn't know he touched that

And if I ever catch him out, lil' nigga, you better clutch that

Don Tez never play that, he wants to never play back

Everybody get hit so you can't get your lick back

I just sold him K2, nigga, you know that that's a trick set

You better leave while you can, cause you can't get your hat back

That snap back, I shoot that, that bitch come with kickback

Everybody move, he's a problem, you better get back

Hit you in your stomach, too, and now you walkin' with a shitpack

And I don't know what just happened, but know a nigga did that

Oh, you got a fresh pack? Bitch, let me get that

I signed it with the Mack and Gap, better push your wig back

Now Tez just took your chain, get your lick back

And I just took your bitch, so get your bitch back

But I don't really want your bitch, she got a big back

But I'm still gon' hit that, like, fuck it

I love that big belly bitch when she licks and sucks it

But when she starts sweatin', it feels like I'm rollin' in pig fat

I need a bucket of slop

Can somebody clean up this fuckin' sweat? Where the fuck is a mop

That grind never stops, I'm just on perfect timing

Whether it comes to gettin' money or there's rhyming

I can rap like this or rap like that

I can be real sweet or keep a gat

I can slide with a stick like where you at

I'm Skinny D Pac-Pac, shootin' like Reggie Jack

And I'ma be honest, I'm ballin' like Giannis

I'm runnin' up commas, I don't fuck with drama

But if you got a problem, I'm fuckin' your mama

In a sauna while we butt-ass naked, put your favorite song on

Fuck that, take that shit, can't get your leg back

Try to cop deuces, nigga, you can go ahead and shove that

Nah, I never had to have a opps with him

White flags, meme, get on your ass, that bad

I guess we did though, put your man in the trash bag

He didn't have a funeral, if he did, crows cast it

We're takin' off your face, bro

You put your hand in my pot, boy, you know that that's a no-no

Cause I got hoes that pop hoes, they givin' hoes like potholes

Sub-zero, now you froze, walkin' on your tippy toes

Gangnam by the fuckin' road, bout to take off your thong

They like, give me some more, bitch, I don't do coke

Smokin' gas till I choke, puffin' till I overload

And I explode on your bitch face, all that your mom's worth

Well, your dad can't stay in the bed, that's why I lay

And in the streets, that's why I play, if you wanna swing my way

Slappin' clips in them thangs, swingin' bitch broad day

Like, where it at? Give it up, like you cannot fuck with us

With no money, no nuts, like, boy, you just guts

And if your bitch broke your heart, don't cry, they just cuts

Find another hoe, nigga, just get some more blunt

Givin' in and givin' up, ain't even in the nigga lane

Walk around with the biggest balls, boy, my shit gang

Cut a lot of niggas off, nah, bitch, we ain't hangin

I don't even need a gang chopper, only thing I'm bangin

And I'm a real go-getter, man, that's all a nigga sayin