Hit or Miss (feat. Bar Code)

Hittin' this, hit or miss Young trigga the hitta god, young trigga the rap fraud Thinkin you tough fake rap you mad, you wanna be real big and real bad But you like 1 inch man, dude you can't do shit like me foo Don't you realize when you talk you be smellin like doo-do, tried to catch me outside Didnt think my hands could do, bro? Aint nothing but a fake dude, aint true, be who you are you dumb foo' You aint foolin nobody with you so called dealer, trigger, ya bitch aint even yours like what? You bitch be my sisters friend since day one and thats okay you aint gotta get her in on this Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Bitch you aint want none of this (dick) Gots all these mens on my phone they don't get it ion want none I got my man on my side you prolly Die if he catchu slice you no gut chu but you might think im innocent but bitch guess i aint hoe Catch me drivin my corolla watch me pull up bitch No no bitch don't run i want fun trigga trigga claim ya dick be Bigger but aint shit i heard bout chu aint shit true Stop bein fake and grow up or throw ya fuckin hands up Yo bitch be my a 1 i luh you hoe gorgeous as fuck lana out im rollin up pufff sheeeaaattttt... Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Bitch you aint want none of this (dick) Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Bitch you aint want none of this (dick) Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Hittin' this, hit or miss Bitch you aint want none of this (dick)