Hitta

Lyrics

Intro Uh Let's get it I'm just scheming I'm just plotting who Imma be with Who Imma rob Who Imma kill just gotta do it quick And I'm done saving b*tches all they do is quit Q Da Fool don't need a shooter all they do is miss All I do is hit Shot that n*gga car up f*ck who he with I don't do no choosing I don't got no picks Had my n*gga waiting three years cause he waived his hicks Verse Yeah that's a hicks date Put that .45 up in his face I'm a cool n*gga I just like to spray the K In and out of jail my whole life I don't like to wait Me and my b*tch moved out cause we ain't like the place I be riding through the city with no license plates I be riding through the city with my rifle bae And it's a two seater so we can't chill today They let the killer off the leash It's time to eat I brought a feast We getting money, none the least All cash, nothing least I've been grinding babygirl I ain't sleep in weeks I see you working hard too let me rub your feet A double week My trap clean A lot of zip locks White dust on the triple beams Bridge I've been riding I've been sliding I've been shooting sh*t up with my motherf*cking killer A lot of money, lot of hoes , lot of drugs, lot of guns I'm a cerified n*gga You gon need a GPS to try and find me F*ck the police I heard they trying find me I've been riding I've been sliding with my hitter Dirtied up my babygirl I need somewhere to put her Verse Imma tell these n*ggas where the tape A lot of patience n*gga gotta wait Being broke will make a n*gga not think straight And you're a b*tch if you believe that he say and she say Heard the opps scared cause they know they got a date Gotta get some get back N*ggas know they gotta pay Sh*t to real I don't got time to play I'm just worried about my brothers You're just worried about a name You b*tch That Glock right there by my Hanes You snitch Imma cock it Imma aim And hit Rich shootas be some gang sh*t Killers and trappers all I hang with