[Intro]

There's two things that every nigga out there should come equip with

[Verse 1]

You're salty ass giving mortons eye blood

Pressure, fresher, yessir

Got me hard as Titans saying S words

Thats your B word, Super C perb

Keep her away from us, freak before we seek her

Options knocking, they not popping

Bottles, now it's baby looking for adoption

Target, quick to, close your lid off

Get off two-hundred yards away, shoot your ear off

You had to be reminded, huh

She like, Choice, time waits for no man

Why should I? Umm

Cause you not time, bitch, duh!

Yeah, you fine, but you got me mixed up with an another one

Flipped it hardball, had her pictured in under arm

Fuck your vision until you see where I'm coming from

Vroom-vroom because a hundred something

Boom-boom, I'm bout to come in something

Never trust a tongue throught a bitter heart

Get it far, tissue scar, hit with hella tips fuck a mini bar

My diamond have her clock hoisted in the crowd

Just to let these hoes know Choice is in the crowd, huh!

[Chorus]

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the shit

I be with, I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with, I be with all the shit and all the stuff

[Verse 2]

My top down, nigga, kill me if you gonna

Mona Scott got a budget for the drama

Moma here's still legal, it ain't standing on no corner

No one stealing from the trenches

Think they ever want the problem to be honest

Niggas don't be the message, they bring it

Yeah, getting out, yeah that means Winfield Jackson

Was going for the second ring

I stabbed a ski mask for the scheming

Car hundred going over Clevelands on that Martin

Like Teret is got King grievance

Step your play up and get defense

Get the faint up with the bleachers

Step your pay up for the features

Nigga mind your shit, or I'll remind your shit

Mind don't mind doing sense sentiment with an iPhone 6

Some niggas done died for this shit

More niggas done killed for this shit

Ran the state, I never fainted I was built for this shit

Finna too real for this shit

But for that cheque I'ma get empty clip 'till you hit

You gon' drown if you slip

You don't get I be with

[Chorus]

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the shit

I be with, I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with, I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit and all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the stuff, all the shit

I be with all the shit and all the stuff

I be with all the shit, all the shit