**** witcha boy

Lyrics: Sergio Kitchens/Chandler Great/Kenneth Redfield, Jr/Omar Perrin Music: Sergio Kitchens/Chandler Great/Kenneth Redfield, Jr/Omar Perrin Producer: Kenny Stuntin/Omar Grand/TURBO Hey, I **** with you, boy Uh, **** with you, boy Take me helicopter land in Punta Cana Got me a business lady help insure I’m covered Pushing and lifting it up, I'm 'bout to cut up this summer Told her I don't want no rice when I eat Benihanas I invest in three, four years I multiplied the number Run it right back in that field, I can't survive the jungle Stash me two, three Ms, I fill up a whole Tonka. A whole Tonka Once I finish this deal, I could let 'em hold something Feel I'm due for a load, I already know it's coming. Know it's coming Ran me up a few loads, I'm spending the breadcrumbs You owe too long, gotta pay my monеy and then some. And then somе It's personal when it come to one of my loved ones Action's louder than words, you ain't gotta say we brothers Piling up in the Maybach, this is Mercedes shoulder Look how we made our way, so it's okay to struggle She **** with me and got a Birk 'cause I'm a ladies' lover Once I show you your worth, you better not let this fumble You might feel a way for certain and I can't take that from you Hope we do you to the dirt, and that's one thing I honor Hey, I **** with you, boy. Uh, **** with you, boy Hey, I **** with you, boy. **** with you, boy Hey, I **** with you, boy. **** with you, boy Take me helicopter land in Punta Cana Kicking my feet in the sand, the sun right over the tent Got me a pretty vibe and she smell heaven scent In the ocean she purified herself, I feel like Prince Wanna go and keep getting by and that's for sure You show me you got my back and I got yours We making enough to feed my fam and yours Hey, I **** with you, boy. I **** with you, boy Told your boy, she whipping up rocks, I know it's lit Ride with me all the way, you get a honorable mention Two countries in three days, we been on a whole mission …..on her shirt like she with the old missus. The old missus Real ass nigga for life and I don't owe you shit Once we get through a fight, we locked in tight as a pit Turn off all of the lights, that's when you can tell if it hit Hey, I **** with you, boy. **** with you, boy Aye dim the lights Dim em Dim em Hey, I **** with you, boy. **** with you, boy I was trying to tell my nigga that, you know, real stones they hit in the night Real VVS, you gonna see them hit in the night You don't need no light Hey, I **** with you, boy A&R : James Flynn Audio Assistant: Gabriel Gebremdhin/Jordan O'Brien Audio Engineer: Florian "Flo" Ongonga Guitar: Corey Cooper Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta Vocals: Gunna