Need-a-Hit

Lyrics

[Intro] Hello sir, what is your number? And under whose name is this telephone listed? At the tone daylight time will be 2:56 and 50 seconds [Verse 1] All you doubtin' me, what the fuck can you not see? Freddie comin' out the kut and now you dead I guess that's luck You better back the fuck up, 'bout to get some fuckin buck Shootin' bitches with the clip, aimin' at yo fuckin' shit It's a motherfuckin' spree, try to run you cannot leave Bullets fly, only thought that you are dead Open fire simple gate to the easy access fame Everyone will know my name, playin' all these fuckin' games Aimin' down the fuckin' sight, hear the sound and see the light People hidin', so I might, creep up on 'em late at night Barrel in yo fuckin' face, take yo time it ain't no race All the power that I own, love to hear you scream and moan You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit, bitch or I will never notice it Got a backpack on, better leave your phone No trace bastard, I'mma keep you home [Chorus] You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone If you Need-a-Hit Hit, hit, hit Bitch or I will never notice it You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone If you Need-a-Hit Hit, hit, hit Bitch or I will never notice it You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone If you Need-a-Hit Hit, hit, hit Bitch or I will never notice it