Wit-It (feat. Bally Ogun) - PERU

Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky, Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead, Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back, And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat! Before I leave the house, i'm slizzard on a goose, And i'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose, And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it, And if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it! Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it, Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it, Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it, N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it? If u dont wanna do it, then i'll make ya dance, Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands, When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy, Chalay, from the road and Dem Franchize Boyz! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Ain't too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right and make a lean, Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these! I rock them, bend my knees everytime the beat drop lean wit it, Rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks What the f**k you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?! They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance" Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers, Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me, Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me, Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me, DME, SO SO DEF yeah we known bitch! Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch! Ayy Rock left rock right you cna get that shit! Lean Back Like Fat Joe and Snap yo wrist back Gangstas dont dance they lean wit it rock wit it Clock wit me pop quickly ganstas gon rock wit me 1, 2 pop then bring it Cross the chest get nasty flash it go'on flex wit it do it how you want slow it up do The matrix play wit it straight hit it get all they face wit it This dance is 4 da killas da dillas da cut throats You already kno the chillrin the grown folk! Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it Lean wit it, rock wit it

I'm movin the right directions, I'm makin the right connections I'm gonna go all the way, I'm not gonna stare at reflections I'm gonna take action, not gonna stop for satisfaction Been gainin traction, I guess you could say that music's my passion Stuck wit the tempo You better get lost or shut up and listen I'm goin solo Money is time to work towards my vision I'm movin so cold Ice on my neck ice on my wrist Stuck wit the tempo Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it I sing with my government name I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin You know I'm not playin no game Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat Stuck wit it Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat Stuck wit it Big stick, ain't talkin bout a gun Maybach imma whip that so fun Thugger thugger, ima player ima Don If you want a cash-stacker Pick me, I'm the one Not playin wit em, no games I run it up Entrepreneur, a connoisseur got a ton Don't pass, can't miss never last Pedal to the metal gave a homie whiplash I'm up in a rocket it leave you wit jet lag Money so long it look like a whole mag So much blue it fill up a whole duffel Bag, shuffle, Cupid Swear that I'm Stuck wit the tempo Can't keep up, better get lost, listen I'm feelin so cold Ice on my neck gave me freezer burn, oh no I feel like Frodo I get a bag and then hit the road with the bros I'm in a fat whip, hit the cut quick I'm applyin pressure like Cole Applyin pressure like Cole Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough Applyin pressure like Cole Punchin the clock, stackin up the dough Stuck wit the tempo You better get lost or shut up and listen I'm goin solo Money is time to work towards my vision I'm movin so cold Ice on my neck ice on my wrist Stuck wit the tempo Fuck wit the bros, fight with the fist I'm rockin the realest I know you can feel it I sing with my government name I'm rollin the dice and I'm plannin on winnin You know I'm not playin no game Stuck in my seat, feelin the beat Stuck wit it Steppin my feet, in my heartbeat Stuck wit it I'm rollin it up, I'll take a hit I'm writin it up, I'll make a hit They playin my songs they fuck wit it All the dope smokin yeah we so lit I'll keep this ride movin even with my demons Don't take no excuses each one's a bad reason You want the job done right you need someone seasoned I got it on lock yeah the levels are evened

Ya Baby I'ma fool wit it All this money, what you gon' do wit it? I got a lawyer for the case, girl Just let me know if you wit it I don't really plan for tomorrow I just do whatever i want You're damn right i'ma act a fool wit it You're damn right i'ma act a fool wit it I'm bout to act a fool wit all these bitches I'm rollin' backwoods up i swear its my religion And you can kick it baby under one condition That you twerk it for a nigga like a video audition I just wanna see you put it in reverse Ba-back it up and dump it in a pile like some dirt B-big booty, lil booty go to work B-big booty, lil booty go to work She just trynna pay her bills and get a purse Waitin' on a check, she said it's comin' on the first Nigga might help her i'm a victim of the thirst Told Brown get a friend after that we disperse L-let me get some toppy with the top off In that rari all red like hot sauce Stones ruby red lookin' like grapefruit Diamonds on my lookin' clearer than some grey juice And my niggas Wrappin' trap money made that quarter off of chickens Jive ass turkeys won't make it to thanksgiving Make that hundred million then I take that shit back to Virginia Monkey bidness man that shit just so bananas Lamborghini white and black, call that shit a panda Call game, excuse me where my fuckin' manners My dick'll have her smilin' like a fuckin' jack-o-lantern Bitches say they need that white girl or that hannah montana I keep shittin' on these niggas like I poo-pooed in a pamper Oh shit I'm dodgin' police and the cameras Watch me Instagram that bitch, i bet that ho a dancer Big booty wit a super flat stomach I tried to fuck that bitch but she start askin' for the money She says that she's been fucking with me since I made run in Who the hell you think I am a mofuckin' dummy? Ok, I'm the shit nigga fuck a nomination Give yo bitch the dick I don't need no conversation Watch me whip it, watch me whip it like a fuckin' dominatrix Best not waist my time ho, I'm all out of patience I got money ballin' ye high Ballin' like I'm 8 high Roll another swisher bitch you know a nigga stay high Eat that pussy up, beat it up, are you fuckin' kitten Put that dick up in your life, I'm fuckin' up your kidneys I'm spendin' that paper she gettin' that money she ready to go Fuckin' wit all of them models, I'm popin' that bottle, she swallow I'm checkin' her throat I want a freak she went to me Stuck in her Intagram likin' her posts She in the pink, i'm in the mink I pull it out watch her take off her clothes I'm bout to make a song for all the strippers Already bought artillery for all my niggas And for you lyin' hoes quit the Robin Givens Call it murder when I tour I make a mofuckin' killin'!