เนื้อเพลง Wit The Sh*ts (W.T.S) - Meek Mill

C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, shawty was frontin', now she throw that p*ssy at me (Throwin' that p*ssy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
N*gga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don't want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don't dap me, for real
Back on my savage sh*t, got that p*ssy off accident (Yeah)
F*ckin' these ratchet b*tches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, yeah
Once I f*ck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
N*gga said he hit my hoe, so what?
N*gga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don't swallow, grow up
This sh*t grown-ups do, uh
I'ma put a check on your b*tch ass
Homie gon' spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole sh*t Piru-ru
Get some p*ssy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type sh*t that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain't got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch (Gang)

Do a split on the d*ck (Do a split)
If you really with the sh*ts, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad b*tch, hittin' it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

[Melii (Meek Mill):]
¿Quien es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda
'Tamos fuma'o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
I let them eat up the nana, then bone a n*gga, like, "See you
Manana"
Baddest lil' b*tch in my genre
I got your b*tch that's f*ckin' up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this p*ssy while I watch her f*ckin' you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? B*tch, I make him swipe
I won't mention these hoes, I might give them likes
I just want the head, you can spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin' him sloppy, callin' him papi, that sh*t get him hype (Que perro)

[Meek Mill:]
Do a split on the d*ck (Do a split)
If you really with the sh*ts, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?)
She say, "Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich"
He gettin' it, bad b*tch, hittin' it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin' it (Crippin' it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I'm rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)