WTS (With The Shits)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mali Smith] Yeah I don't understand with y'all, how y'all coming I mean if you ain't know now you know You feel me? [Hook: Mali Smith] 5 bad bitches, yeah you know I'm with the shits Got the Mac 11, yeah you know I'm with the shits Oh yeah I got it, yeah you know I'm with the shits Mali Smith the name, oh yeah they know I'm with the shits Riding round your block, oh yeah you know i'm with the shits Keep it in the trunk, oh yeah you know I'm with the shits You don't really want it cause' you know i'm with the shits Bitch I been Mali Smith, oh yeah you know I'm with the shits [Verse 1: Mali Smith] We like Parker, Ginnobli We like Steve Nash & Kobe We like Wade & Lebron But I ain't leaving my woadie I ain't leaving my woadie All you niggas gone know me Coming to your broad way , I deserve me a tony Yeah i'm dressed in all black But Miley Cyrus in the back I'm like Martin Luther King Cause' I'm black but love the crack But I love the brown tings cause' you know I love the yacht & the backwoods too, boy you know the boy be smacked Let's go jugging' in the Jerz' What's your jersey? Let me get the pound Know you know about me cause' you know that my name get around Easy Pickin', Picking Easy Pickin' think she balling now Forever 21 at 32 she think she college bound Should I play it safe? Like the Volvo be whipping? Should I just keep it coming, bussing like cops in the kitchen? Tipping every single stripper start to shaking the building Snap his head off his back, then i go get it fitted [Hook: Mali Smith] 5 bad bitches, yeah you know I'm with the shits Got the Mac 11, yeah you know I'm with the shits Oh yeah I got it, yeah you know I'm with the shits Mali Smith the name, oh yeah they know I'm with the shits Riding round your block, oh yeah you know i'm with the shits Keep it in the trunk, oh yeah you know I'm with the shits You don't really want it cause' you know i'm with the shits Bitch I been Mali Smith, oh yeah you know I'm with the shits [Verse 2: Zay] We like D Wade and Bron Niggas know it's our time I ain't copping no dimes I put that shit on my moms I want a house in the Palms Nice view in the back A nice shorty with a donkey she could sit on my lap Ya' heard Zay that nigga well , that's just facts So don't play my nigga , fore' ya' ass get cracked Hallucinating like a nigga off acid tabs Pollute the pavement, make a statement like I was fab-oulous Born ready , my coins steady, get more fetti' A change coming real soon , hope you boys ready I'm feeling like Lil Tune when the boy get it Don't try to hide ya' silver spoon , nigga ya' can't shed it Effort is effortless , my record list is treasure-ish Never could mess with any peasant that's doing peasant shit I just be stressing for the blessings just for the heck of it A lesson learned forever take a second, call the reverend