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Hit
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hit was released on September 16, 2022 by DEDICATED TO THE GAME RECORDS LLC as a part of the album Hit - Single
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Release DateSeptember 16, 2022
LabelDEDICATED TO THE GAME RECORDS LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Jones Jr
Eric Jones Jr
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yup, If I buss a band
Then I'm just gone run it up again
Get the bag and flip it
Stack it, Now talkin dividends
Used to be broke
Can't go back to when I had to penny pinch
When that pressure come
I'm all in and I ain't flinch
Yeah I'm up now
Ima run field like the Chiefs
Gone head and walk em down
Fuck the opps (fuck em)
You **** broke
We up and we ain't coming down
Catch me in KC or in the Boot
Where you can't come around
**** love to hate
They say I'm lucky
But can't show me how
All that envy In yo heart
Fucked up the chemistry
Told my Dawg leave her lone
She A thot, no mystery
Misery loves company
Ain't no room for serenity
DTG BMB, grab the broom call it hall sweep
(Mm mmm)
We in the party, she make that ass clap
(Mm mmm)
Damn little baby thick and the party lit
(Mm mm)
We do this shit fr, you livin a skit
(Mm mmm)
Strapped up like a drumline, chopsticks
Cuzzy just a call away pull up with that Mopstick, dawg Shit
Run that money up, these hoes toxic
Hate on me for what, huh?
We the hottest topic
All that cappin in yo Rap
Boy you smokin Reggie
You smokin Fentanyl
Noodle Body like spaghetti
My **** smoke exotic
We got all the shows rockin
Free my cousin Royce
My **** always get it Poppin
When I get it right
We takin off like a rocket (off like a rocket)
Pops just got my whip right
Engine firing It ain't missin
Can't knock me off my pivot
I'm going in on a mission
I been gettin to it yeah
This shit ain't come over night
I Make it look 2Eazy
They gone hate on you outta spite
It's a Early morning grind
They don't know about them late nights
I watched the sun go down
And it come up
I Had to get it right
**** hatin Tell yo Mama
DTG on the rise
You a goofy pillow talking
Hell nah you can't slide
I put the 50 in the 9
Cause **** lurking and lying
All my life I was raised
To never trust a soul
Only time ah show you
The real and expose
All these **** claim to be real
But they really be hoes
If I buss a band
Then I'm just gone run it up again
Get the bag and flip it
Stack it, now talkin dividends
Used to be broke
Cant go back to when I had to penny pinch
When that pressure come
I'm all in and I ain't flinch
Yeah I'm up now
Ima run field like the Chiefs
Gone head and walk em down
Fuck the opps (Fuck em!)
You **** broke
We up and we ain't coming down
Catch me in KC or in the Boot
Where you can't come around
**** love to hate
They say I'm lucky
But can't show me how
I can see that yo mind in box
You gotta think Big
Expand yo thoughts
Cut the phony's off
That's some real shit
Iont drink a lot but when I do
I be big lit I keep a blicky on me
When I move So I ain't slippin
All my **** got a burner
Shoot like Scottie Pippen
This the new age
Make it rain like Curry mane
I go hard in the paint
Ima bang out like I'm Ja Morant
I just want the money
I could Give a fuck bout the fame
**** mad I'm going hard
Cause I do what they can't
DTG BMB, Put some respect on the gang
You hear 2Eazy in the streets
Gone head salute me
When you hear my name
Man fuck the bullshit
I push a hardline like major Payne
If I buss a band
Then I'm just gone run it up again
Get the bag and flip it
Stack it, now talkin dividends
Used to be broke
Cant go back to when I had to penny pinch
When that pressure come
I'm all in and I ain't flinch
Yeah I'm up now
Ima run field like the Chiefs
Gone head and walk em down
Fuck the opps (fuck em)
You **** broke
We up and we ain't coming down
Catch me in KC or in the Boot
Where you can't come around
**** love to hate
They say I'm lucky
But can't show me how
(Mm mmm)
We in the party, She make that ass clap
(Mm mmm)
Damn little baby thick and the party lit
(Mm mm)
We do this shit fr, you livin a skit
(Mm mmm)
Strapped up like a drumline, chopsticks
Cuzzy just a call away pull up with that Mopstick, dawg Shit
Run that money up, these hoes toxic
Hate on me for what, huh?
We the hottest topic
All that cappin in yo Rap
Boy you smokin Reggie
You smokin Fentanyl
Noodle Body like spaghetti
My **** smoke exotic
We got all the shows rockin
Free my cousin Royce
My **** always get it Poppin
When I get it right
We takin off like a rocket (off like a rocket)
Pops just got my whip right
Engine firing It ain't missin
Can't knock me off my pivot
I'm Going in on a mission
I been gettin to it yeah
This shit ain't come over night
I Make it look 2Eazy
They gone hate on you outta spite
Written by: Eric Jones Jr
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