Wit’ Ease

Lyrics

[Intro] Hmm, hmm Hmm (Bitch) Yeah (Southside shit) [Verse] Let your bitch hit my blunt once, I bet I hit with ease Let your bitch hit my cup twice, I bet she hit her knees Baby, when you come to suck dick, bring energy You be smoking on doo-doo brown, I got Christmas trees Yeah When they bring up the Flint G.O.A.T.s, they gotta mention me Two FNs hanging on me daily, I'm Pistol Pete Make your bitch walk twenty miles, she got different feet She can suck dick for two hours, she got different teeth Let me start the Hellcat up, it got a differеnt key A nigga called for a nine-piеce, it was missing three I sold a nigga cut red and I sipped the green Okay, I love the rap game, but I miss the fiends Diesel pulled up with a pint, it was crystal clean I'm doing everything you niggas can't, I'm a living dream Did I hit that lil' bitch? Let me sit and think She wanna suck a nigga balls, I wanna sip and drink I think this bitch a crackhead, she got missing teeth I just fucked this bitch mama, she the biggest freak She just chased a shot of cum with the lemon squeeze Damn, she the real G.O.A.T. They say the bitch was a ho and it for real show I told her fuck me like she playin' with a dildo Told Southside to make a beat for me and Lil Boat Jay spent twenty on his mouth, let that grill show He said he had a six, that nigga pulled up with a sealed four When a nigga take them RPs, I be in kill mode I just beat my cameraman ass 'cause he filmed wrong Peezy came to Flint and he dug up two gemstones Steppin' on a brick in some Timbs like I'm Jim Jones Brodie popped two opps in one day near the kill zone He a bright motherfucker, thought I told you that You lied, you ain't get that shit from me, I ain't sold you that Nigga said them Ghetto Boyz broke, who told you that? 'Cause I'll get a nigga mama wrapped up in grocery bags You can't keep talking 'bout that money, nigga, show me that I ain't take that boy pape,' he owed me that If it come down to it, I'll pop you where the police at Every time I see the opp out, he like, "I know he strapped" Huh, and boy, you damn right Brodie said the weed make him hot, cut on the fan twice I been on some bullshit lately, I punched a fan twice Lean drinker, I just poured a six in a canned Sprite When you rollin' up real weed, use your hands light 'Cause I remember buyin' weed, like, "Damn, this a gram, right?" Unc said the soft was a two, but the tan nice Tryna kill me is like stepping on a landmine Ah, pure suicide I'ma let the fin go fast when it's do or die Seventy-two flavors in this bitch, you can choose a price Where I wanna take off today? Let me choose a flight Bitch, you can make a hundred K if you do it right Beat a nigga ass, stomped his head, then shoot him twice I just made my fiend kill hisself, I took him to a knife We on our way to get a nigga gone, I'm the shooter, right? [Outro] Of course, Mike