With Them - Jay Critch, Lil Tjay

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JD On Tha Track

Hey

Ayy

Shooter tryna up that pole

He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them

Lotta niggas act like hoes

And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them (Hey)

Soon as I started to run it up

All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them

She gave me head like a dummy or sum'

She left her friend but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum'

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip

Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy

Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns

When we catch him we put him in a blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt

Niggas ain’t real, just shows

I gotta get to the top, wanna reach for my goals

No, I can’t run from no pole

Fuck around, that shit’ll take a nigga out his scope

Rollin' down the opp’s street, bro

Niggas can say what they want, they already know

That boy’ll stick to the code

Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row

I keep it on me, don’t pass that

Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag

Boy, you a lame, we’ll bag that

I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag

And I know what they mad at

Caught a opp, I don’t leave his

I keep having these flashbacks

Tryna fill it with paint, everything, I see matte black

Shooter tryna up that pole

He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them

Lotta niggas act like hoes

And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them

Soon as I started to run it up

All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them

She gave me head like a dummy or sum'

She left her friend but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum'

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip

Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy (Baow, baow)

Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns

When we catch him we put him in a blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt

Hood fav', know this ain’t what you want (Hey)

Let the flame move, tell 'em the verse (Baow, baow)

Niggas hate to see you up in the front

Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front

Young niggas gotta get it

And we gotta put on for the city, though

We ain’t funny, move dirty

Catch a body, they got it on video

Don’t got no love for these dirty bitches

I don’t even want them in my videos

Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal

I can’t fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop

This is real nigga music, not hip-hop

Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks

From the bottom, went up to the tip-top

Don’t pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped

Shooter tryna up that pole

He said it’s smoke, but that boy don’t want it with them

Lotta niggas act like hoes

And that’s the reason I can’t get money with them

Soon as I started to run it up

All of my bitches say I’m movin' funny with them (Hey)

She gave me head like a dummy or sum'

She left her friend but she wanted to come

Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum

Drive the foreign like I’m wanted or sum'

See the boys and hit the gas in the whip

Heater on me like I’m under the Sun, ayy

Brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns

When we catch him we put him in a blunt

Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)