Hit Or Miss lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


Crrr, crrrr, pow pow
Honey, honey, roll call
Let's get it b*tch
You already know what the f*ck it is
Rich shooter sh*t, man CEO n*gga
You already know man f*ck it is
Man these n*ggas tops man
We headed to the top n*gga
Again, top n*gga, f*ck this man
Show a double bag of bull man
f*ck what, suck it in...
Aaaah, took all them L's I roll with it
Micro draco n*gga I really roll with it
Rich shooter i'mma gang member
I go retarded for my gang like Downs Syndrome
I don't wanna see no damn prison
Let outta the back them boys tryna get me
Yellow diamonds vvs yeah they pus*y pop on the xan so I'm dizzy
.50 in a .23 yeah I'm totin' a titty play with 100 round goon
It ain't gonna be pretty
Think I won't kill you n*gga then you silly
Get down, lay down b*tch
I move like I'm from Philly
Just caught a pt put that sh*t up in my kidneys
Brick came in the mail spent that sh*t on some Fendi
Pistols and arp's we got plenty
I treat that little b*tch like a penny
Pray to allah but I just keep on sinnin'
I'm my own boss, lil' b*tch I'm independent
Wipe the lil' baby like a penny got it on the back end
And I went and bought a pendent
Baby I'm more turnt up then, a lil' bit
Your b*tch say your nickname is lil' di*k
I guess that's why she on my di*k
Never got sh*t b*tch 'cause I clip quick
Free my dog with me i sick him
If my brova need help, I assist him
Gas really strong like perfume b*tch
I came up off percs
716's make a n*gga do a hurdle
You a b*tch, you a girl you a mouse, a gerbil
Did my homework had to learn
You catch 'em down, bad lil' niga I'mma burn you
Stayed down had to boss up my status
These drugs got a hold of me, took me to another planet
One time I sent out for 20 p's but they never landed
If you a trapper you the streets a hit and miss
If you get it in the mail then it's a hit and miss
b*tch n*gga say he takin' risks
That lil' sh*t you doing n*gga that ain't sh*t
That work in a way it's a hit but it might miss
I had to miss just to learn how to hit a lil' puppy
But it turned into a pit
I took that powder and turn it to grits
When you cut that work it's a hit or miss
Got a coupla f*ck n*ggas on my hitlist
The streets know Q da Fool been here
Feds tryna build a case so I know they listening
Yeah young n*gga rap but but I'm a cold killer
Throw dirt on my name, you a bold n*gga
Just a time you gon' see all those n*ggas
You call your brothas ain't gonna roll with ya'
These n*ggas fake, they posers
Same n*ggas stand up, put they pose with you
Same n*gga spent a bin and shared a bowl
With you found out a n*gga snitched
Man that n*gga trippin' diamonds on my neck I'm dripping
Double cup chronic
f*ck the cops 'cause I know you're listening
f*ck n*ggas I know y'all listening
f*ck yo' brother, I turn him to a victim
f*ck a b*tch on a cruise like Victor
Ask the doctor for some lean 'cause I'm sick sir
Off white, off white no more dirt
Put a ponytail she ain't got no more hair
Catch you with your pants down
I'mma leave you there
One time I sent out for 20 p's but they never landed
If you a trapper you the streets a hit and miss
If you get it in the mail then it's a hit and miss
b*tch n*gga say he takin' risks
That lil' sh*t you doing n*gga that ain't sh*t
That work in a way it's a hit but it might miss
I had to miss just to learn how to hit a lil' puppy
But it turned into a pit
I took that powder and turn it to grits
When you cut that work it's a hit or miss
Got a coupla f*ck n*ggas on my hitlist
The streets know Q da Fool been here
Feds tryna build a case so I know they listening
Yeah young n*gga rap but but I'm a cold killer
Throw dirt on my name, you a bold n*gga
You already know how the f*ck i'm coming
I burn y'all f*ck n*ggas
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