With Them

[Intro: Jay Critch]

(Kilo made this)

(JD On Tha Track)

Hey

Ayy

[Chorus: Jay Critch]

Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them

Lot of niggas act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)

Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them

She give me head like a dummy or something

She left her friend, but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun

Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns

When we catch him, we put him in the blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]

Niggas ain't real, shit shows, I gotta get to the top, call it reaching my goals

No, I can't work no pole, fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his glo'

Rolling up the opps, free bro, niggas can say what they want, they already know

Y'all better stick to the code, bodies dropping, like eleven niggas in a row

I keep it on me, don't pass that

Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag

Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?

I had your bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag

And I know what they mad at

Caught a opp by his doley, his melon splazzat

I keep having these flashbacks

Kind of filled up with pain, everything I see matte black

[Chorus: Jay Critch]

Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them

Lot of niggas act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them

Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them

She give me head like a dummy or something

She left her friend, but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun (Graow, baow)

Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns

When we catch him, we put him in the blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

Hood Fav, no, this ain't what you want (Hey)

Let the flame off, turn 'em to Runtz (Baow, baow)

Niggas hate to see you up in the front

Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front

Young niggas gotta get it and we gotta put on for the city, though (On for the city, though)

Where I'm from, they move dirty with it, catch a body, they got it on video (Boom, boom, boom)

Don't got no love for these dirty bitches, I don't even want them in my videos (Them in my videos)

Pouring drank in the morning like cereal (Like cereal)

I can't fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop (They flip-flop)

This is real nigga music, not hip-hop (Not hip-hop)

Diamonds dancing like they making TikToks (They making TikToks)

From the bottom, went up to the tip-top (Up to the tip-top)

Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped (Graow, baow)

[Chorus: Jay Critch]

Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them

Lot of niggas act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)

Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them

She give me head like a dummy or something

She left her friend, but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun

Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns

When we catch him, we put him in the blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)