The Hills (Intro)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Got my b*tch, from the hills she asked why I been so blunt? I see that you f*ck with losers, I see this ain't what you want N*gga said he got a problem, told him this ain't what you want Buddy I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy better getcho racks up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up [Verse 1] And I love the action I said what I said Just send the address I am not making a threat You talk out your neck and I promise you're pissed When I get my 2 hands on a rocket launcher or a missile I promise you'de pissed It's cold in the ends I'ma ice out my m*f*cking neck and my m*f*cking wrist And I'm taking a risk, and it was it is, and i did what i did, cos that boy is a b*tch, hes a lil bitty boy Hunger in my eyes when I got to the check I ain't wait up i ran to another one Smashing a 10 then im smashing another one And I pulled out but I still got another son Top 5 alive Ejaculate then I evacuate Cut her off after head I decapitate, Evaluate the fake and then we amputate Navigate to the cake then I gravitate, collaborate with the real then we fascinate, p*ssy and fashion and verses, assassinate Annihilate competition, I move on Calculate all of the green like a salad plate [Chorus] Got my b*tch, from the hills she asked why I been so blunt? I see that you f*ck with losers, I see this ain't what you want N*gga said he got a problem, told him this ain't what you want Buddy I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy better getcho racks up Tell that lil bitty b*tch and that lil bitty boy they better catch up I got something for you, hoping you get gassed up [Outro] I hopped off the stage, got me feeling Jeff Hardy They telling me that I'm the truth I told em "Leh Go!" & I'm getting them lit I'm constantly raising the roof She told me 'real n*ggas they do not exist' But babygirl I am the proof I feel like Jeff Hardy I'm on the top rope I Swanton Bomb into the cooch And you know I'm whipping it, whipping it, whipping it, whipping it F*ck it, I'm writing it off She throw me the kitty I'm writing it off I'm liking the box so I'm writing it off And you know I'm killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it F*ck it, I'm writing it off He talk out his neck and I'm writing him off He talk on the net and I'm signing him off