Wit The Shits (W.T.S) Lyrics Meek Mill
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick
[Meek Mill:]
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that *** at me (Throwin’ that ***)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
***, 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 ***, got that *** off accident (Yeah)
***’ these ratchet ***, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I *** like Meechy, ***, give you my ass to kiss, pause
*** said he hit my ***, so what?
***, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This *** grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your *** ass
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole *** Piru-ru
Get some *** on a plane (On a plane)
This the type *** 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 *** and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)
Do a split on the *** (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ *** (Lil’ ***)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better *** him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad ***, 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):]
¿Quién 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 ***, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ *** in my genre
I got your *** that’s ***’ 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 *** while I watch her ***’ you
Call that *** a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? ***, 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 *** get him hype (Que perro)
[Meek Mill:]
Do a split on the *** (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ *** (Lil’ ***)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better *** him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad ***, 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)
MEEK MILL – CHAMPIONSHIPS [Album 2018 TRACKLIST]
01. Intro
02. Trauma
03. Uptown Vibes
04. On Me
05. What’s Free
06. Respect The Game
07. Splash Warning
08. Championships
09. Going Bad
10. Almost Slipped
11. Tic Tac Toe
12. 24/7
13. Oodles O’ Noodles Babies
14. Pay You Back
15. 100 Summers
16. Wit The Shits (W.T.S)
17. Stuck In My Ways
18. Dangerous
19. Cold Hearted ll
