album cover
I'M WIT IT
album cover
I'M WIT IT was released on September 18, 2026 by RumbleWorld as a part of the album I'M WIT IT - Single
September 18, 2026
LabelRumbleWorld
LanguageEnglish
BPM65
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Messing with the wrong one, you can go missing
If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Fuck that
Shooting my shot cause it's hard to miss you
Galick up in yo post cause his art official
My intelligence keep me from artificial
Mess with Z, then you gon need an army with you
Sliding close to yo quarters like army pistols
Gave yo chick too much meat, that's an Arby's menu
Everybody gon lose if I start an issue
Give you wounds that your doctor can hardly tend to
Ain't gon fight cause my lines gon be all that hit you
Get ripped bitch
Yo whole clique is a misfit
Go the wrong way when the switch moving like stick drift
My fist quick
I trash **** you clique with
J Miller, see how these hits making his wig split
Keep the metal in hand, call it wrist splint
Skill gap too big, he ain't seeing the difference
Persistent on the mic, I'm on a mission
The stick smoke when it be firing like it's incense
When I'm pulling out the Focusrite
Control the mic
Yo favorite rapper's poltergeist
I'm so precise
These other artists cope tonight
You know I'm nice
Cause Z is always known to slide
Can't clone my rhymes
No copying what goats can write
He bold to fight
But I see no one cold in sight
He froze in fright
Ain't dropping till the flow is right
The goal of mine is no one in zone survive
If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Messing with the wrong one, you can go missing
If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Messing with the wrong one, you can go missing
Ain't on E
These artists got cold feet
It's Z with the metaphors, don't sleep on the Young G
Put a pen in my hand, I promise I'm OD
My music is like a drug, my listeners OD
I'm leaving em stoned when they get smoked
They so weak
Got him on the ropes, you and ya folks won't know peace
I bet he gon fold, you need ya bro and ya homies
To get a chance at the motion I gain when I proceed
I really be so clean
See I just make magic
On me, ya whole team getting out rapped
And they gon sleep but it's me with the last laugh
Y'all be phonies, get the beats like I'm Mad Max
Ima Oni, on the scene, and that's mad facts
Feel like Broly, make him bleed with a back slap
Passing yo feats, ima beast, get no backlash
Get the whole team, pull up deep with a black flag
If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Messing with the wrong one, you can go missing
If you with the smoke, I'm wit it
Pull up in a all black whip, it's tinted
I'm just tryna count my chicken
Messing with the wrong one, you can go missing
Written by: Jordan Riddick
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...