With It

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I'm a with-it-ass bitch, don't need to keep a crew

Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a tool

I'm a with-it-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce

Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?

I'm a with-it-ass fool, don't need a fake the funk

You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked

I'm an active-ass fool, don't need to bark a little

Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle

How many times did I done trust all these bitches?

Instead of making dough, they wanna talk who they been kissing

Stupid-ass homies turn their back and now they're dissing

Motherfuckers slick, but he got caught slippin'

How you say you G, when you speakin' on my name?

This goes out to them bitches who they're claimin' in a gang

Fuck your whole set, bitch, fuck what you bang

When you ain't around your homies, then you wouldn't say a thing

Told 'em, "I'm a thug, but I'd rather be with you"

Smokin' on a blunt, anything I wanna do

Huh, they ain't like it while they're bitchin' with the crew

That bitch got dropped, now she's tellin' all the news

Knew they were a rat, it's a race to the bank

I keep it with my shit, stayin' real 'til my grave

Stupid-ass bitch, what the fuck did you think?

My bitch in the stu', loaded with a AK

I'm a with-it-ass bitch, don't need to keep a crew

Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a tool

I'm a with-it-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce

Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?

I'm a with-it-ass fool, don't need a fake the funk

You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked

I'm an active-ass fool, don't need to bark a little

Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle

Grew up in the jungle where so many tryna harm you

Watching all the cars, well, homie pulled up in the Mongoose

Bustin' out some shots, no holding back, he let them all loose

Yo' momma watched the news, that's how she heard somebody shot you

Homies all upset, load up the G, they want revenge

Pull up to their set, "I'm for it, and now that's what they'll get"

The cycle keeps on spinnin' as they catch somebody slippin'

'Cause there's no happy endings, either death, and time in prison

No need to force a friend, that's how life is up in the West

No time to second-guess, are you a victim or the threat?

By the time that you retire and look back at what it got you

Your name will fade away as generations start to follow

Open up a bottle and keep drinkin' 'til you wobble

As homies start to tap, well, your heart begins to hollow

And wifey never calls you 'cause the homies got her run loose

And now your biggest problem is the fuckin' hood forgot you

I'm a with-it-ass bitch, don't need to keep a crew

Lil' shorty, and you know I only trust a tool

I'm a with-it-ass bitch, and we could roll the deuce

Put my dub in the air, what you wanna do?

I'm a with-it-ass fool, don't need a fake the funk

You could bring your whole crew, and you cannot get punked

I'm an active-ass fool, don't need to bark a little

Chunkin' four fingers up, two twisted in the middle