Hit the Deck

Lyrics

(Y.L.A sync up) [Verse 1] Catching a case, like we in court Grab an extension cord, cause you knowlifeis short (ooh,ooh) Sure I ain't make this time(uh, uh) But no mission abort (ay, ay) See I'ma go getmine,goahead and getyours (let's go) Poppingbottles of that rosé Pulling bitches with no clothes aye Hit em up if he knows me Talking shit, they don't show, wait Always on my grind, work from 9 to 9 Speak in double time, write another line Never did a crime, never dropped a dime Got conflicting minds, fight it anytime, damn Throwing round chairs and a fit (like damn) Could I be anymore obvious? (uh uh) Know this won't get any views (fuck that) Not even my homies my audience (ay, ay) But I'm on the mic, I'm scheming now, I'm starting to think that they on us Talk 'bout the beat, I already demolished it I'm just waiting on y'all to acknowledge it, damn [Hook] This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie Look around with the crew, see em, left, right Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck, guys This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie Look around with the crew, see em, left, right Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck [Verse 2] I run the ball up and I weave I got a few tricks up my sleeve I date a chick, then I go block her Man those conversations, boy I press delete They asking me what the fuck I'm gonna do I said definitely not hitting repeat Cause if I go in and waste my own time again Better off just to go beat my own meat Now I admit that I don't have a hard life, I was raised in the suburbs, not raised in the streets But half of y'all faker than a kid's Halloween ghost costume that was made from bed sheets You don't gotta thank me, but bitch you can pay, only accept cash and here's your receipt You can knock me down, photocopy now, but I will never ever accept defeat, goddamn [Hook] This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie Look around with the crew, see em, left, right Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck, guys This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie Look around with the crew, see em, left, right Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck [Bridge] This that yellow shit, that K-Pop, that Jay Park-type flow Going too fast, with that blueshift, them red lights mean go All I knows that I floor the gas, forget taking shit slow Cause when you hand me the mic, like bitch you already know, I made another one [Hook] This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie (with a necktie) Look around with the crew, see em, left, right (I see them left, right) Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right (now where's the check, right) Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck, guys This ain't cheap, this that suit with a necktie (with a necktie) Look around with the crew, see em, left, right (left, right) Eat em up, bitch we through, where's the check, right (right?) Make it rain, dropping bombs, hit the deck, guys