Trae Tha Truth - Wid It lyrics

(Intro)

What?

Yea

What?

(Hook)

Baby J in my life

I'm tryna get that

Either the wrong or the right

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Baby J in my life

I'm tryna get that

Either the wrong or the right

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it


(Verse)

Half a pill for the turn up

Marijuana aroma, block as hot as Tacoma

Coppers hittin' the corner

Baby mamas is textin'

Met me a new bitch now baby mamas is stressin

Schoolin, come get the lesson

Take a note for yo blessings

Even if you do it better you gave all this fluorescent

Lights, I'm on Compton

Flights cus I'm smoking good

Yea I'm livin life to the fullest, yea

100 million cus I motherfuckin chose a beat

Now it's finally the way it's supposed to be

Cut around with the brick, spinnin low for me

And bitch you can't hide less you buy a gold roll for me

What?


(Hook)

Baby J in my life

I'm tryna get that

Either the wrong or the right

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it


(Verse)

Look, I'm focused

Hustling til I get deaf

Chasin after this paper, get to it, like I won't get enough

Robert with this dinero like out on you just said it

Stop it, I'll interrupt yo bitchy ass from textin shit F's

In the streets like a flashlight,

Haters mad that I sign on em

I hear they takin made but they dinner when I put mind on em

Touchdown and put that fine on em

3 back, really recline on em

As chess be to they checkers, never rush, I take my time on em

I hear they talkin down

Probably cus I'm too high above niggas

I tell em suck my dick

No second guessing, ain't no love nigga

When they don't bite my dick, tell em to kiss my ass

Now watch I kill em everyday like it's my last


(Hook)

Baby J in my life

I'm tryna get that

Either the wrong or the right

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it


(Verse)

Every day I'm smoking super bong

Yea, lessons in it, my recliner down

Thousands of people lined up just to see the nigga ball

Fall out today, I reload it, pay for it many times

Clocking by the hour, guns gun for powder

When we get it started we if we in it, that nigga sour

That bitch think I'ma rob er, her bitches just won't allow er

But if I kept you out baby pussy gon get devoured

Pay them, getting many, I keep a cold ass bitch

Maybe cut some niggas off, they was on for hoe ass shit

Hurt my heart, I bust some niggas, I used to throw that away

Now I ain't got shit to give it there but 44 grams bitch


(Hook)

Baby J in my life

I'm tryna get that

Either the wrong or the right

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it

Wid it

Whatever but I'm still wid it






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