Wit’ Ease

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm
Hmm (Bitch)
Yeah (Southside shit)

[Verse]
Let your bitch hit my blunt once, I bet I hit with ease
Let your bitch hit my cup twice, I bet she hit her knees
Baby, when you come to suck dick, bring energy
You be smoking on doo-doo brown, I got Christmas trees
Yeah
When they bring up the Flint G.O.A.T.s, they gotta mention me
Two FNs hanging on me daily, I'm Pistol Pete
Make your bitch walk twenty miles, she got different feet
She can suck dick for two hours, she got different teeth
Let me start the Hellcat up, it got a differеnt key
A nigga called for a nine-piеce, it was missing three
I sold a nigga cut red and I sipped the green
Okay, I love the rap game, but I miss the fiends
Diesel pulled up with a pint, it was crystal clean
I'm doing everything you niggas can't, I'm a living dream
Did I hit that lil' bitch? Let me sit and think
She wanna suck a nigga balls, I wanna sip and drink
I think this bitch a crackhead, she got missing teeth
I just fucked this bitch mama, she the biggest freak
She just chased a shot of cum with the lemon squeeze
Damn, she the real G.O.A.T.
They say the bitch was a ho and it for real show
I told her fuck me like she playin' with a dildo
Told Southside to make a beat for me and Lil Boat
Jay spent twenty on his mouth, let that grill show
He said he had a six, that nigga pulled up with a sealed four
When a nigga take them RPs, I be in kill mode
I just beat my cameraman ass 'cause he filmed wrong
Peezy came to Flint and he dug up two gemstones
Steppin' on a brick in some Timbs like I'm Jim Jones
Brodie popped two opps in one day near the kill zone
He a bright motherfucker, thought I told you that
You lied, you ain't get that shit from me, I ain't sold you that
Nigga said them Ghetto Boyz broke, who told you that?
'Cause I'll get a nigga mama wrapped up in grocery bags
You can't keep talking 'bout that money, nigga, show me that
I ain't take that boy pape,' he owed me that
If it come down to it, I'll pop you where the police at
Every time I see the opp out, he like, "I know he strapped"
Huh, and boy, you damn right
Brodie said the weed make him hot, cut on the fan twice
I been on some bullshit lately, I punched a fan twice
Lean drinker, I just poured a six in a canned Sprite
When you rollin' up real weed, use your hands light
'Cause I remember buyin' weed, like, "Damn, this a gram, right?"
Unc said the soft was a two, but the tan nice
Tryna kill me is like stepping on a landmine
Ah, pure suicide
I'ma let the fin go fast when it's do or die
Seventy-two flavors in this bitch, you can choose a price
Where I wanna take off today? Let me choose a flight
Bitch, you can make a hundred K if you do it right
Beat a nigga ass, stomped his head, then shoot him twice
I just made my fiend kill hisself, I took him to a knife
We on our way to get a nigga gone, I'm the shooter, right?

[Outro]
Of course, Mike