Who they fxcking wit ft. Yo mo! Lyrics

Got that sticky sticky (yeah)

With the blicky blicky (yeah)

Or the 50 50 (yeah)

It get sticky sticky

Yeah I put lean in my Fanta

I carry big bags bitches thinking that I'm Santa

You ain't get no cash bruh

You ain't got no bag bruh

I just pulled up on your bitch 'I fucked her in a Uber

Ain't no lacking 'I know niggas hate I swear the god that be they passion

Pound of sticky 'you know I got it but you know I'm taxing

I heard he got a hunnit on his head we gonna wack him

Cash him 'heard that nigga static

I know you don't want static wit us

Whole lotta guns 'ain't no lackin nigga

My fashion is immaculate

Do you know who you fucking with

I know you don't want static wit us

Whole lotta guns 'ain't no lackin nigga

My fashion is immaculate

Do you know who you fucking with

I don't condone all the sucker shit

Man I swear theses niggas be on other shit

(I ain't lacking you know I'm clutching it)

Can't put no trust in to that brother shit

And 'That's why I can't show love in shit

And 'That's she can't know my government

She call me mo you know she love the kid

We be going back to back 'they don't know who they fucking wit

Bro just copped another strap he down to take another risk

Trying cop a new Patek I gotta flood my other wrist

And all I really do is flex I just can't get another of it 'yeah

I know you don't want static wit us

Whole lotta guns 'ain't no lackin nigga

My fashion is immaculate

Do you know who you fucking with I know you don't want static wit us

Whole lotta guns 'ain't no lackin nigga

My fashion is immaculate

Do you know who you fucking with