WIT MY FRIENDS Lyrics

Bitch I'm outside

I'm with my friends in the Bentley

Fifty-four bet I run up a ticket

No more pennies I'm stackin blue Benjis

Ain't on me, they know that it's in me

Pray to God, even though we be sinnin

GTA I completed the mission

No more losses' bout time I start winnin

I'ma get to the motherfuckin' pack

Yeah, the pack in the back, but I don't know who hide it

I'ma walk out that motherfuckin' clean

Houdini the scene, the pack is missin

Six plus six, they callin' up twelve

They missin' they bell, somebody start snitchin

I been knew it was snakes in the grass

I got off my ass, cause I heard all the hissin

Cartier, dance, that's on the wrist

(huh)

Bad bitch, dance on the dick

(heyyy)

On prize, I'm makin' a pick

(huh)

Make the play and hope I don't miss

(heyyy)

Throw up bars, I'm makin' them sick

(huh)

I'm wit Morty, we smokin' on Rick

(heyyy)

Four and inches, they hope I don't kick

(huh)

Walk em down, but I stay with your bitch

(heyyy)

In the studio, know that I'm workin

(huh)

OG mami, she want her a Birkin

(heyyy)

Goddamn, just show me you worth it

(huh)

Late night workin, fifty-four early

(heyyy)

Set the mood, I'm closin' the curtains

(huh)

That pussy real pretty in pink like Kirby

(heyyy)

Yeah, she diggin' the swag, how we flirtin

(huh)

I'ma shut down the city, I'm purgin

(heyyy

Want your water, I'm talkin' bout agua

(huh)

In the bed, she callin' me dada

(heyyy)

I'm out of this world like Sifi

(huh)

I'm makin' a pack, that's a picture like Tata

(heyyy)

She a baby, she suck on that baba

(huh)

I'ma sit back and sip on that dress, she get high high

(huh)

Never go against the grain, yeah, you know she on my side

(heyyy)

I'm Carmelo, I keep a bad bitch like Lala

(heyyy)

(heyyy)

(heyyy)

(heyyy)

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I'm with my friends in the Bentley

Fifty-four bet I run up a ticket

No more pennies I'm stackin blue Benjis

Ain't on me, they know that it's in me

Pray to God, even though we be sinnin

GTA I completed the mission

No more losses' bout time I start winnin

I'ma get to the motherfuckin' pack

Yeah, the pack in the back, but I don't know who hide it

I'ma walk out that motherfuckin' clean

Houdini the scene, the pack is missin

Six plus six, they callin' up twelve

They missin' they bell, somebody start snitchin

I been knew it was snakes in the grass

I got off my ass, cause I heard all the hissin

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