Hit Somethin

All I hang around is murderers

I'm still runnin with the robbers

These dope boys my partners

So you don't want these problems

Squad shit cause I'll have em sleepin in your closet

Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy

The niggas that I rock with, don't give a fuck about shit

They hot shit, they got bricks but act like they ain't got shit

With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cock it

Grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and

I have em boxin,

That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'm a do gymnastics

I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket

I got a firearm, cook the stove on

I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump

I'm countin money in my motherfuckin Long John

And I wish a nigga would steal my ball

Get the shotgun, get the chop son

How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun

You talking shit son, better get one

We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin

Lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song

Fake rappin ass nigga, make her hit some

Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some

Your bitch ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some

Cut the stove on, let the pot boil

I'm a hot boy, nigga fuck ya'll

Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall

Street lottery, that mean my money long

Still in poverty, with the jack boys

I got 223's, I got max boy

Let the dope dry, get your sack boy

Free band game, and brick squad

I got a firearm, cook the stove on

I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump

I'm countin money in my motherfuckin Long John

And I wish a nigga would steal my ball

Get the shotgun, get the chop son

How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun

You talking shit son, better get one

We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin