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I'm Wit It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I'm Wit It was released on July 21, 2023 by Republic Records as a part of the album I’m Wit It - Single
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Release DateJuly 21, 2023
LabelRepublic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onsight Deeda
Onsight Deeda
Vocals
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darron Carter
Darron Carter
Composer
Latre'vious Breun Williams
Latre'vious Breun Williams
Composer
Jamichael Boudreaux
Jamichael Boudreaux
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Sinista On Da Traxxx
Producer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Sinista on da Traxx, you feel that?
[Chorus]
My lil' youngins break in cars just to look for glizzies
How I'm livin', one wrong move and you could end up missin'
I'm clutchin' bad, I sharpen knives when I hit penitentiary
He tred the fence and he get shot, I make him feel that smitty
I'm wit' it and he ain't livin' how he say he is
Ridiculous, lil' brudda ask, "What kind of K this is?"
He throw a cross, I cut him off and I'ma face him still
Yo' dude a rat, he told up on yo' dawg and you embraced him still
[Verse 1]
Everybody killers, no throwin' weight 'round here
He try to big man some shit and meet your faith 'round here
You liftin' iron, I'm slangin' iron, we ain't the same 'round here
You let yo' potnas gas you up, you gon' deflate 'round here
Look, I got the drop on a opp, I mess with ole girl, so I know where he be at
I don't give a fuck if we cousins, you fuck with them ****, you don't get a G pass
Not at all
Plus I been runnin' up them bands and I'm on yo' ass, I know that you see that
It's real in that field, come get you a kill, be done rearranged a **** repast
Still posted where the street at, I'm in Miami, where the heat at?
All that murder talk, we don't speak that, yeah, but you know fasho they dead
**** doin' all that wolfin', yeah, but I know fasho, he scared
I'm active like a green light, but when I'm mad all I see is red
We'll get down on him broad day, if they keep doin' that hidin'
Casey pull onside him, watch how I buss up the driver
Cash Money, I'ma Hot Boy, it's startin' to feel like I'm on fire
I start addin' up my body count, if them **** got a problem
[Chorus]
My lil' youngins break in cars just to look for glizzies
How I'm livin', one wrong move and you could end up missin'
I'm clutchin' bad, I sharpen knives when I hit penitentiary
He tred the fence and he get shot, I make him feel that smitty
I'm wit' it and he ain't livin' how he say he is
Ridiculous, lil' brudda ask, "What kind of K this is?"
He throw a cross, I cut him off and I'ma face him still
Yo' dude a rat, he told up on yo' dawg and you embraced him still
[Verse 2]
'Bout to buss down my opposition, they know they time comin'
Watch I hop out, chase you down, lil' bitch, I know you tried runnin'
Tryna find the floor on my jacket, ****, you won't find nothin'
Put that nine on the five, got them 45s bussin'
I said them **** know the procedure when I'm comin' through with them trench coats
Them **** know the procedure, tryna kill all of your kinfolk
This murder shit be easy, say lil' brudda, this shit simple
Just pull up in his yard, put that rod to his temple
Now have you ever seen a gremlin goin' dumb?
All in your yard, tryna zip you and yo' son
You ever make me mad and I go spinnin' for a month
They been talkin' 'bout Lil' Mummy, we put Puk up in a blunt
Say my lil' youngin', he went steppin' wit' a nineteen
They gave him twenty-five to life and he just nineteen
These **** flaggin', they be outchea sellin' pipe dreams
Lil' rich ****, I touch a quarter million wearin' white tees
[Chorus]
My lil' youngins break in cars just to look for glizzies
How I'm livin', one wrong move and you could end up missin'
I'm clutchin' bad, I sharpen knives when I hit penitentiary
He tred the fence and he get shot, I make him feel that smitty
I'm wit' it and he ain't livin' how he say he is
Ridiculous, lil' brudda ask, "What kind of K this is?"
He throw a cross, I cut him off and I'ma face him still
Yo' dude a rat, he told up on yo' dawg and you embraced him still
[Verse 3]
I want smoke with the whole fuckin' neighborhood
And I don't mind breakin' bread if the table good
Shit, yeah, I clutch cutters like a razor
Fuck dude, 'cause he ain't wanna go write that affidavit
Tryna jack, you crazy, rock you like a baby
You know Jamal had wrote a statement, should've fucked your whole world up
Tell 'em free Big Baby, watch I walk him down and I chase 'em
I got so much killers, I could really go and sub one
Hold on, I got fifty in this automatic
They say Lil' Deeda slangin' iron, but you know that carbon plastic
Let me catch you out in traffic, signed a deal, still gettin' active
I just bought ole dude a casket, I ain't with that chitter chatter
I say lights off, mask on, creep silent
They came 'round buckin', now they leavin' out cryin'
I say lights off, mask on, creep silent
Them bitches got me started, now them **** can't stop dyin'
[Chorus]
My lil' youngins break in cars just to look for glizzies
How I'm livin', one wrong move and you could end up missin'
I'm clutchin' bad, I sharpen knives when I hit penitentiary
He tred the fence and he get shot, I make him feel that smitty
I'm wit' it and he ain't livin' how he say he is
Ridiculous, lil' brudda ask, "What kind of K this is?"
He throw a cross, I cut him off and I'ma face him still
Yo' dude a rat, he told up on yo' dawg and you embraced him still
Written by: Darron Carter, Jamichael Boudreaux, Latre'vious Breun Williams
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