[Lyric] Get Wit It (Junee2x)

I got sip with me in the booth man
You know how we rockin, Junee2x
Long live 2x Austin World shit man

All of my niggas, they with it
All of my niggas, they with it
I told that nigga get with it
You looking real thirsty
I’m feeling replenished
They keep praying I crash
In my own lane speeding fast
Express lane got the Sunpass
Living it up cuz I know it won’t last
First place while you finishing last
No grass in my yard so I been seen the snakes
Pop me a perky, I can’t feel my face!
Pop me a perky for pain cuz I ache
A lot of these niggas, they jakes
A lot of these niggas confidential informants
All Ima chase is a bag
Asthma got me breathing real fast
Guaranteed I keep that pump beside me and no I am talking no gas
Plug prices out the ass:
One call Roger that
Pack touch down ain’t no turning back
If you do, that’s your ass
We need the drugs and the cash
Better not be short
Smoke a nigga like a short if the money coming short
Chasing that bag like a sport:
Drip in designer cuz I can afford it
He don’t know money, that nigga a poor bitch
Running my city like Nino 9 and it’s still free that real nigga 9
My rolley don’t tick:
Call that perfect timing
Mobbing you niggas like defense linemen
Mobbing you niggas like I’m Italian
Since a youngin been hungry so hunger I use as motivation for always grinding
Looking for me? You know where to find me
I’m probably ducked off on somebody island
The offer don’t sound right, you know I’m declining
Money talk: All that bullshit subsiding
Touch a check, feel like Frankie Lymon
Bust a check cuz that shit exciting
Bust a check cuz that shit exciting
All of my niggas, they with it
All of my niggas, they with it
I told that nigga get with it
You looking real thirsty
I’m feeling replenished
They keep praying I crash
In my own lane speeding fast
Express lane got the Sunpass
Living it up cuz I know it won’t last
First place while you finishing last
No grass in my yard so I been seen the snakes
Pop me a perky, I can’t feel my face!
Pop me a perky for pain cuz I ache
A lot of these niggas, they jakes
A lot of these niggas confidential informants
All Ima chase is a bag
Asthma got me breathing real fast
Guaranteed I keep that pump beside me and no I am talking no gas
Plug prices out the ass:
One call Roger that
Pack touch down ain’t no turning back
If you do, that’s your ass
We need the drugs and the cash
Better not be short
Smoke a nigga like a short if the money coming short
Chasing that bag like a sport:
Drip in designer cuz I can afford it
He don’t know money, that nigga a poor bitch
Running my city like Nino 9 and it’s still free that real nigga 9
My rolley don’t tick:
Call that perfect timing
Mobbing you niggas like defense linemen
Mobbing you niggas like I’m Italian
Since a youngin been hungry so hunger I use as motivation for always grinding
Looking for me? You know where to find me
I’m probably ducked off on somebody island
The offer don’t sound right, you know I’m declining
Money talk: All that bullshit subsiding
Touch a check, feel like Frankie Lymon
Bust a check cuz that shit exciting
Bust a check cuz that shit exciting