Hittaz on Deck lyrics

[Verse 1: Splurge]
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck b*tch
I’m 17 got that bad hoe stay on my di*k (I'm 17)
And it’s f*ck your side, f*ck your squad, n*gga f*ck your clique (f*ck your clique, boy)
30’s on dracs, di*ks on tits, hittaz on deck (hittaz on deck)
Hittaz on deck and they here (they here)
Water on me and it’s pure (water)
Don’t come around here like your scared (like your scared)
Don’t come around here sippin beer (sippin beer)
Young n*gga rob you if you drunk (drunk)
Them young n*ggas slide and get crunk
I ain’t f*ck your b*tch in a month (in a month)
I ain’t never seen you with a gun (yeah)
Me and Blitz linked up it’s done (it's done)
Hop out with choppas, young n*gga shottas
Leave a n*gga red like a lobster (leave him red)
We gone pull up with Glocks and TECs if you talking
You can get put in the box, we ain’t boxing
I’m on a 4 of the Wock and it’s awesome

[Chorus: BL Double]
Yeah, Blitz
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck (hittaz on deck)
n*gga f*ck yo hood, f*ck yo block, n*gga f*ck yo set (n*gga f*ck yo set)
This a no fly zone rap ass n*gga snatch the chain on your neck (yeah)
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck
[Verse 2: BL Double]
Blitz
f*ck all that talkin, we creepin we stalkin
Big draco, back the f*ck off me
Make that b*tch clap, Magnolia New Orleans
We spray up apartments, my goonies they heartless
Red beam on the target
No drive-by, we parkin
Hop out start sparkin, f*ck all that arguin
Put that hot sh*t on him now he saucin
Put the iron on his ass, no starching
My pockets getting fat, Kelly Clarkson
You a pus*y boy come off that extortion
Hurry up and bring my portion
You country-ass n*ggas ride horses
Yeah you right b*tch Ferraris and Porsches b*tch

[Chorus: BL Double]
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck (hittaz on deck)
n*gga f*ck yo hood, f*ck yo block, n*gga f*ck yo set (n*gga f*ck yo set)
This a no fly zone rap ass n*gga snatch the chain on your neck (yeah)
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck

[Verse 3: Quin NFN]
I be with hitters and killers, a n*gga play around and he dead
You got a pole then pop it
We gon aim for his noggin, send shots at his head ey
I’m not trynna beef over Twitter, I calling my hitter I’m droppin some bread
Don’t try to trip we get pop like a med
Performing on stage with the Glock in my pants
You need a show, get the guap in advance
I’m out of line I be popping my fans
I’m in the line get some top in the van
Sipping on dry man the Wock got me dead
Ran up that guap gave a nod to my mans
Ass like a horse imma pop it and prance
Four pretty b*tch took me shopping in France
Drum on the Glock like I’m rocking a band
[Chorus: BL Double]
Yeah, Blitz
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck (hittaz on deck)
n*gga f*ck yo hood, f*ck yo block, n*gga f*ck yo set (n*gga f*ck yo set)
This a no fly zone rap ass n*gga snatch the chain on your neck (yeah)
Hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck
Blitz