JP Armani - With The sh**s lyrics

[Hook: Lil Chief Dinero] My n***as with the sh**s, my n***as they 'bout that life My n***as shoot sh**, my n***as they toting them pipes These hoes on our dick, these hoes wanna be our wives But we don't love these hoes, they good for just one night x2 [Verse 1: Lil Chief Dinero] My n***as with the sh**, my n***as will take your life Pull up on your block, 30 shots Yeah, we toting them pipes Keep cool, get money, smoke dope I live this life If a n***a try me, that's the day he gone meet Christ I'm getting hella money, I'm counting all hunnids, I got these bands All these damn bands, can't hold these bands I need an extra hand These hoes on my dick, these hoes know they my fans But you can't f** me unless you finna s** my mans (YOU GOTTA fu*k BRO!) Know a lot wild boys E.D.E, G.M.E Call up lil mans (SQUAD) Money up them macs, got Murder in the cut They blowing like a fan If you ain't talking money, what the f** you saying? I don't really understand! That's why I'm thumbing through a check It ain't sh** to spend these bands! [Hook x2] [Verse 2: JP Armani] (SQUAD!) (GLOBAL GANG!) My n***as with the sh**s, my n***as stay with them poles Keep my circle small so I know my n***as gone blow These b**hes ain't worth sh**, so I can trust no ho We ain't worried about no guns, we got sh** that explode A opp running down RoeBlock, leave a n***a on his nose (MAN DOWN!) This 7 block strapped twice, I got n***as get you gone The 40 dirty with the 30 plus is 1 in the dome Your man is boring, pull up in that foreign Yo b**h, bet she gone (SKURT!) Got b**hes kissing, b**h on the squad we'll leave yo a** missing There with the pistol, do a hit, leave the scene Throw the pump in the river Lay low, smoke dope They'll be gone in a minute, sit back tell them boys go get him Don't aim with the tec cause I know it's gone hit him Wanna go to war, we got sh** to blow the whole city And I'm posted on 7 RoeBlock, say the city [Hook x2] [Verse 3: L'A Capone] My n***as with the sh**s, everybody off yops all night Go grab that nick Nine times out outta 10 won't fight (NO I WON'T FIGHT!) You ain't did no hit, I can tell you ain't took no life! (YOU AIN'T TOOK NO LIVES!) Hit a crib for the racks And the flats when I gotta get right Knocking n***as down my sport Internet goon, but he still on the porch! I catch a opp lacking then he gone get torched We the Mustang Gang, can't run from a horse We don't give a f**, shoot him in the airport We don't give a f**, leave him on the back porch We don't give a f** if his mom and his dad looking sad Too bad we still gone torch! 600, we holding up I don't think n***as wanna blow at us! In the foreign riding fast Just me and cuz! OTF, O'Block they roll with us! (SIX HUNNA!) And we toasted up Riding through the Drive and we posted up And the party get loud when we showing up I be high as f**! But the hoes on me and they feel that pole on me I'm just in my RayBans tryna see what I could see And my goon keep heat so he won't go sweet! Double-0 be the squad, swear to God Double-0 go hard! And my n***a Lil Chief, you know bro gone squad! Better keep your piece/peace, cause we stopping the yard n***as stink, like bro did you fart?! Do a drill out the top of the car Popping pills, now I'm staring at the stars My n***as with the sh**s, we are! [Hook x2]