With That

Grew up with the killers, robbers and drug dealers

Boy, just paint the picture

Ain't have no feelings, heart cold as December

Deep down in them trenches

I'm with my ****, we just chasing billions, boy, we out to get it

Won't catch me slipping, I'm on point, I'm ready, boy, you better not test

I creep up on you, gun at your belly, brains pop like confetti

These **** scary, get caught in that jam, they rat ass always telling

I'm smoking Tooka, Poppie and K.I, can't forget 'bout Terry

Don't diss my block, we catch you out in traffic, boy, you know you buried

I fell in love with this rap shit, in this game, I think I'm married

O'Block the family, GDK for life, boy, we don't fuck with Larry

Creep up on him, two shots to his dome, he grew some wings like fairy

Ebo on him, in that field don't play, call him the biggest Perry

Ebo's not outside, we be spinning blocks, **** hide, they scary

With my ****, yeah, this shit for life, my brothers gotta cherish

Pull up, jump out, put the pistol to him, have him screaming, "Help me"

If you want beef, boy, just let me know, my vultures, we stay ready

I tote big choppas, no Rugers, draco straight to him

I'm aiming right for your medulla

I'm rocking, so you know how I do it

I walk in the club, bad bitches they choose

Fuck with them ****, you know you gon' lose

Gotta in a middle, that's only we choose

Long live HEC, we back in that mode

HK chase him down, them soldiers flow

Lil Mike with me, flame up dude

Clown ass ****, he just snooze

We got weapons, hammers too

Put shit right up on the news

Dummies rats, they giving clues

Telling everything they know

Whitey Gang, we stay on go

All my youngins trained to blow

Grew up with the killers, robbers and drug dealers

Boy, just paint the picture

Ain't have no feelings, heart cold as December

Deep down in them trenches

I'm with my ****, we just chasing billions, boy, we out to get it

Won't catch me slipping, I'm on point, I'm ready, boy, you better not test

I creep up on you, gun at your belly, brains pop like confetti

These **** scary, get caught in that jam, they rat ass always telling

I'm smoking Tooka, Poppie and K.I, can't forget 'bout Terry

Don't diss my block, we catch you out in traffic, boy, you know you buried