HIT (feat. Luh Bray)

Uh, Say lil bruh stop that swervin', we got too much drugs in here

Told me please don't bring them ****, cause they can't have fun in here

If I come without my dogs, better know my gun in here

**** said that he gon' kill me, I ain't never heard of him

Why this **** follow my brother, swear he mad about a bitch

**** say he from the six, send the blitz and get him hit (Bow)

Did a drill inside my fit, I can't even post up in this shit

Bitch, I been a reaper, been a demon, do it here inside my Ricks

I do rich **** drugs, see codeine when I piss

When I see his ass again, I bet I'll blick him off the rip

**** hating on the kid, because my pockets be on crip

I caught feelings for this hoe, it's the way she eat the- (HaHaHa)

Limit 35, fuck it, I'ma do a hundred

Get my mask and grab my glee, cause we the ones that do the hunting

**** trolling on the net, seen em out and had em running

Brodie got that shit on tape, bouncing out and got to gunning

Bitch, I'm riding through the yo, hit my dog and up the score

Say he seen em at a function, leave the fro all on the floor

Never lacking, back when I play football, call that killer man

She can't fuck me for a three-five, I'll fuck her for a gram

All these bitches sold on Icky Vicky, Timmy, turn her out

Beating down her wall, she turn around, I bust right in her mouth

You ain't my type but I might lead you on, you not gon' get a piece

I'ma run game on her before she run game on me

He gon' catch me, but he been so low-key, I can't even smack him

I ain't got nothing with being opps so, bet yo ass a clown

Think I'm boxed in, I'ma show these **** I can make it out

She so tight about her money, but worry what's in my bank account

Forces, Dunks, and Jordans, especially 11's, I'll wear em out

Me, JB, like Jace Irving, they're really harder than Clint Capela

Fuck it, I'ma air them out, I'm Curry with this shit

Think again if you think me and bro gon' fall out bout a bitch

We might take turns, but we know how these bitches really get it

Had my fair share of bops, I bet I don't cuff a bop again

Remember when you start on GTA and you start with spray and pray

That's lil bro, yeah he got a beam, but he ain't got no aim

Shit done, that's it, lil bro can't have a gun around me

But he loyal, so I trust him more than my bro who be slimin' (On gang)

Can't make no moves without my Glee

Opps get put up on a tee, Don't let her think she playin' me

Mama see her baby thuggin, It's the gangsta in my genes

How I go from ball player to the trap servin' fiends

Another opp just died, call my ****, then we celebrate

I'd rather give the dollar to heal my pain, where the fuck is meditate

I just bought my pistol, shit got wicked just the other day

**** say he got a switch, but he best shoot the other way

Yeah, really with the shit

I can't lie, I miss my hoe, but this bitch be on stupid shit

Now I'm tryna, uh, I can't do it, that's my brother, bitch

Don't get too close, I got this heater, I'll let your mama hear it