Softwilly, Yumi, ssjishmael, $atori Zoom - HIT ME lyrics

[Softwilly, Yumi, ssjishmael, $atori Zoom - HIT ME lyrics]

Hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou- out of luck
This that 44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hit's and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us
I'm fiending for some blood

And I'm over this
Running from coppas, choppas with 40 clips
I'm supposed to dip
Choppin' it up with mobstas and poker chips
Roll the dice but just know sacrifice
And that I'm imposed to flip
Openly I'll be honorary the
Honored by obelisk
All the homies making bread
You really wanna toast to this?
Life been blurred since 2020
Am I really focusing?
I've been up like super early
Locked off doors keep opening
All for me I feel likе I am chosen
Is anyone evеn close to this?

Pop, lock it, drop it bitch
Empty out your bank
I just hit a fucking lick
And I'm sippin’ on that drank
I might drown you in the ocean, nigga
I’m just being frank
And I'm smoking propane
I just got it from Hank
Whatchu’ mean, she gone fuck with me
That bitch for the team sippin’ lean
That bitch say I'm mean
I'm like whatchu’ mean you a fiend
Always make a scene, can't never come clean
I'm a king
Bitch it’s team four, we coming for the ring
(Let's go)

Hit- hit hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou- out of luck
This that 44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hit's and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us
I'm fiending for some blood

Got a bitch in the back that I’m packin’
I’m back in the pack and
They callin’ me captain
I’m stackin’ 'em racks and I’m
Crackin’ her back in
I’m rappin’, you lackin’
I’m smoking on cat piss
I just be fuckin’ the track, hey
I don’t be fuckin’ with scat-play
You gotta talk with your mans, hey
That some shit he understands, hey
Best of every era
Never underestimate, I’m better
Wait, I’m with the chrome beretta
Told that boy, "It’s like whatever" pugh
P-P-P-P-Pussy
Can’t a muthafucka tell me what
The fuck is cookin’, uh huh
I’m whoopin’, whoopin’ up the nookie uh huh
You pussy, you muthafuckin’ rookie
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Got the choppas on the block
Up on the streets, woof
Who gone stop us, we get commas every week
Woof

We stomp 'em off, big steppers
Pradas on my feet, roof
My whole team dogs and we just
Broke off of the leash
Top don, upper echelon do not get involved
Calm down, FN on my arm do not run it off
Stand down
Who gon' set me off, bitch can't turn me off
Man down
Decompose to rot, bodies cross 'em off
Step in, reppin', lethal weapon
Call a reverend easily
Check in with the Smith & Wesson
Knock off heads so breezily
Set of the keys for me, I bet on the secrecy
Never know whose creepin' and that's why
I keep the heat on me
Young killa’, do it for the skrilla
Big spender, posted in a villa
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep

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