Artist: L'A Capone f/ Lil Chief Dinero Album: Separate My Self Song: With the Shits Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Lil Chief Dinero] My niggas with the shits, my niggas they 'bout that life My niggas shoot shit, my niggas 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 niggas with the shit, my niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck me unless you finna suck my mans (YOU GOTTA FUCK 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 fuck you saying? I don't really understand! That's why I'm thumbing through a check It ain't shit to spend these bands! [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: JP Armani] (SQUAD!) (GLOBAL GANG!) My niggas with the shits, my niggas stay with them poles Keep my circle small so I know my niggas gone blow These bitches ain't worth shit, so I can trust no ho We ain't worried about no guns, we got shit that explode A opp running down RoeBlock, leave a nigga on his nose (MAN DOWN!) This 7 block strapped twice, I got niggas 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 bitch, bet she gone (SKURT!) Got bitches kissing, bitch on the squad we'll leave yo ass 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 shit to blow the whole city And I'm posted on 7 RoeBlock, say the city [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: L'A Capone] My niggas with the shits, 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 niggas 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 fuck, shoot him in the airport We don't give a fuck, leave him on the back porch We don't give a fuck if his mom and his dad looking sad Too bad we still gone torch! 600, we holding up I don't think niggas 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 fuck! 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 nigga Lil Chief, you know bro gone squad! Better keep your piece/peace, cause we stopping the yard Niggas 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 niggas with the shits, we are! [Chorus x2]