Hit 'Em
Water
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
I got from his hoe, got from his hoe
Smoking on that dope, got from the show
Yeah she give me throat
I don't brag or boast
While you dying slow, I just do the most
Why these niggas hate
Get it with a shrewd
Hit em with a scope, Hit em with a scope
Hit em with a scope, Hit em with a scope
I ain't going broke
Watch that nigga float, Watch these bitches coat
Hit em with a scope
With a scope
Aye, Aye
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
Water, drip, on a bitch
All these niggas be my kids
I've been movin on my shit
You've been watchin on my dick
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Hit em, Hit em, make a nigga poke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Pussy nigga watch him float
Pull up screamin bitch hop in
I ain't gon say it twice no more
Pull of doing a hundred to the nearest corner smoking store
Whole box of woods, told em here I don't want to play no more
He said are you sure
I said you right my nigga bring some more
Flip and dipped the bitch
Now I'm a single, fuck commitment bro
Only thing I guaranteed is Imma smoke a hundred more
Pull off with his bitch, she told me she ain't know his face no more
Catch me in a haze countin days thru the thickest smoke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Hit em, Hit em, make a nigga poke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Pussy nigga watch him float
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
I got from his hoe, got from his hoe
Smoking on that dope, got from the show
Yeah she give me throat
I don't brag or boast
While you dying slow, I just do the most
Why these niggas hate
Get it with a shrewd
Hit em with a scope, Hit em with a scope
Hit em with a scope, Hit em with a scope
I ain't going broke
Watch that nigga float, Watch these bitches coat
Hit em with a scope
With a scope
Aye, Aye
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
Water, drip, on a bitch
All these niggas be my kids
I've been movin on my shit
You've been watchin on my dick
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Hit em, Hit em, make a nigga poke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Pussy nigga watch him float
Pull up screamin bitch hop in
I ain't gon say it twice no more
Pull of doing a hundred to the nearest corner smoking store
Whole box of woods, told em here I don't want to play no more
He said are you sure
I said you right my nigga bring some more
Flip and dipped the bitch
Now I'm a single, fuck commitment bro
Only thing I guaranteed is Imma smoke a hundred more
Pull off with his bitch, she told me she ain't know his face no more
Catch me in a haze countin days thru the thickest smoke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Hit em, Hit em, make a nigga poke
Hit em, Hit em, with a scope
Pussy nigga watch him float
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Ekoma Jr, Christopher Travis, Xavier Andrew Beard, Travis James Broderick Jr
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