Hitta lyrics

[Produced by Velous]

[Hook]
My youngin he just beat a body
Probably catch him in your lobby
Blowing marijuana in them trenches
Nozzle on this mac is well extended
Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness
Drop the bag and you gone get the business
Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
Cause I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green
n*gga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me

[Verse 1]
I just hit another lick, the bank is never folding
Run up on a n*gga, pus*y n*gga owe me money, tell him let me hold it
M16 with the scope, and my lil n*gga down to do it for the love
Nothing but the G sh*t run through the blood
High as f*ck n*gga on three different drugs
All a n*gga need is a mask and a glove
They ain’t talking money, tell them n*ggas not now
Young n*gga balling and the whip ride out
c*ck sh*t back, let the sh*t slide out
Hit him in the cap, then we hit the hideout
Chill for a second, let the beef die down
They don’t think I’m with it, n*gga you can find out
Sipping on drink, talking four or five ounce
Young n*gga hit a n*gga, less than five hours
Foul out, watch a f*ck n*gga call a timeout
Got a couple chains on, n*gga shine out
No top on the roof, watch a n*gga climb out
Climb out, ride out, turn this motherf*cker inside out
Phone in the traphouse, won’t dial out
Came with the game, n*gga won’t foul out
[Hook]
My youngin he just beat a body
Probably catch him in your lobby
Blowing marijuana in them trenches
Nozzle on this mac is well extended
Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness
Drop the bag and you gone get the business
Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
Cause I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green
n*gga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me

[Verse 2]
f*cked up when they let a young n*gga in the game
Courtside seats, got a couple wild freaks going hard on them n*ggas in the paint
Truth is shawty she don’t really love a n*gga, she done really fell in love with the name
Came from the streets, heart cold than the heat, do a tour n*gga, for a little change
Drinking out the bottle, n*ggas smoking California, blowing on the finest
Hella marijuana right in front the projects, n*ggas tryna move the product
I just bought a box of choppers, only take em out the closet for the oppers
Styling on them n*ggas, f*cking all they b*tches, hit the bank and make deposits
My hitters all about the violence, all a n*gga known was the dope game
Numb a n*ggas nose when the coke came
Heart turned cold when the dope came
Grind for the dough like the four train
Four train, four train, n*ggas only do it big with the caps lock
Lock sh*t down with the padlock, to the rap game from the back block
[Hook]
My youngin he just beat a body
Probably catch him in your lobby
Blowing marijuana in them trenches
Nozzle on this mac is well extended
Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness
Drop the bag and you gone get the business
Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
Cause I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green
n*gga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk
I brought my hitter with me, little n*ggas just shot
I brought my hitter with me