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Anytime wit us
1,262
Hip-Hop/Rap
Anytime wit us was released on September 28, 2023 by Really Rich Empire as a part of the album Aint Lost Shit
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Release DateSeptember 28, 2023
LabelReally Rich Empire
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicken P
Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Davon Smith
Rahkeib Davon Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy
Bust one, ****, ayy
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I told bro'nem 'fore we hit the road, hide the blicks
I'm off a whole bunch of weed and a whole lotta Tris, huh
I can feel the Perc' kickin' in, yeah, I'm itchin'
Every month, Titi Connie give me her prescription
Ayy, high class dope dealin', servin' fiends in my Rickies
I know a junkie named JC, he bring every penny
I'm with a fine bougie rap bitch talkin' spicy
Like, "Bitch, make macaroni with the catfish," she like, "****, say it nicely"
Booboo slidin' down my pants leg, I been shittin' hard as fuck
I'm in the kitchen cookin' middle of the summer, cold-startin' the truck
Four grams in the strawberry leaf, I'm finna spark it up
Got twenty G's on me, 'Sace drawers saggin' hard as fuck
Durango full of fiends testin' drop, this a party bus
Brrrt, a hundred-fifty shots'll turn your car to dust, huh
One more fake Perc', boy, your heart'll bust
I just bought two pints of Tris, I could've bought some buffs
I don't need no stylist, I be pickin' this shit out
Got a pocket full of thousands, gotta wiggle this shit out
Like, baby, swallow for me, ain't no spittin' this shit out
She say she love me, I don't know, I'm tryna figure this bitch out
I'm a hot ****, I ain't gon' lie, the fetty turned me up
I told my teacher I'd get rich, that bitch wrote me up
I lost Trey and I was sick, that shit broke me up
Fell asleep and had a dream I died broke, that shit woke me up
Pyrex, I need a press, digi' scale, and some baggies
Cook a whole half a uh while I was talkin' to Patty
I was thinkin' 'bout the times I got stabbed in my back
Outside the club in the sleeve droppin' ash in the back
I'm stampin' out in Bal Harbour, throwin' bags in the back
Couldn't believe it's really me, she had an asthma attack
She couldn't believe it's really me, this bitch been dyin' to fuck
I rock the Lanvins, how I rock 'em, I don't be tyin' 'em up
If you ain't down to shoot your gun, you ain't ridin' with us
You know this shit can go up at any time with us
Written by: Rahkeib Davon Smith
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