Neef Buck - With Or Without You lyrics

[Hook: Neef Buck] With or without It's with or without It's with or without It's with or without With or without With or without With or without It's with or without I'm getting' money f**in' b**hes It all spend So what's the difference? Cocaine money Rap money You can get a 16 or get a pack from me [Verse 1: Neef Buck] These n***as talkin' 'bout money Got 30 bands on me right now Copperheads and that four-pound Make you and your young boys pipe down These n***as talkin' 'bout b**hes They moms done been around From South Philly back to Nicetown You new n***as, y'all all clowns Indirecting on Twitter Social network n***as! Instagraming your clothes I swear y'all worse than hoes I'm good on the green, I'm good on the soft Set the money off and I took a loss If ain't sendin' or they ain't make it It's all good, I'm still chasin' Down the reefer on Silent Street Eatin' Rasta Pasta, drinkin' rum and punch Sittin' across from a bad b**h Face and her body ain't average Don't talk to me about j**els Don't talk to me about women How in the hell we got the same bands When my seats up when I'm bendin'? [Hook: Neef Buck] [Verse 2: Neef Buck] I take seven out of doubt and it's still locked New Guccis, they Scott top Smoke grey, mess with true religions New line, got me in position f** these n***as, f** these hoes Wore this sh** once but I love my clothes Got a Hublot that's rose gold Cartier that's blessed down Pay for it right in Nicetown You can get served, n***a right now My strip hot but my jackpot Broomstick clip, don't get mopped [Verse 2: Freeway] We been gettin' money, don't sh** stop And if we don't OK then don't sh** pop You been wrong, but you afraid to say it I be parlaying at your b**h spot I sit in your drop, gettin' good top Clean up her cum with your mop I got the footage, she fiend for the didick And that's why we did it on your couch You are not invited to the House party at your house Me and Neef real, deal or no deal We always being them who*es out [Hook: Neef Buck] [Verse 3: Freeway] My beard big, my cars is pretty No spouse, house out the city Every day I see bras and titties These broke n***as been in bars with pennies We eatin' like we should, good and plenty Black Santa, I'm good with chimneys I'll smoke y'all n***as then provoke y'all n***as And hope y'all n***as try to rep y'all city 3-6-50, weighs 7-60 Black 5-50, juice, trap star heavy Goin' for your gun but we're strapped already You layin' on the ground cause you clapped already Got dropped from the label, but I'm back already Sad, but a fat n***a's strapped already Got pushed one time and you're cracked already Can't take it back, you a rat already I swear, motherf**ers better back off Duckin' motherf**ers with a hacksaw We thug motherf**ers but we look good We hard, but the level on a hacksaw Flow raw like f**in' with the hat off Flow sick like f**in' with a AIDS b**h Blow sh** up, young grenade dick Got eight bricks, started with a 8 ball [Hook: Neef Buck]