My Hitta - Remix

I'm talkin' 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out
... in my ma's house
Front you with that work
I done front a ... work
He say you want that head up
But we don't fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside then knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?
Nine milli pokin' out, fo'-fifth pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about

I'd die for my (die for my, die for my...)
Jump in front a bullet for my mother-mother...
On the stand I'd lie for my (lie for my, lie for my...)
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my, drive for my...
Real talk, I don't really, really with too many...
Drop a, drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the ... money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ... before my bro, don't beef over no
And my, and my sell them keys if you can't open yo' door
Hope you ride for my, ride for my
When it rains, it pours, it's dry for me and my
Yeah, I kill for my, kill for my..., vice versa
Eyes red from the Kush I blew, white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you...
I swear it's ... all y'all (all y'all...), except my... Oww!

I said that I'mma ride for my hitta, my hitta (Tunechi)
Most likely I'mma die for my hitta, my hitta
I've been grindin' outside all day with my hitta
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta (my hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hittas (my hitta, my hitta)
My hittas, my hittas (my hittas, my hittas)
My hittas, my...

Oh! I done spent a million dollars on my, dollars on my...
You catch me out Chicago with, Chicago with them hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
And when we on the lean, we ain't ... with the liquor
I'mma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the (to the...)
She kept likin' all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "can't get up"
Same, same from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out on Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"
In that red Mulsanne lookin' like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out "4 Hunnid", YG that's my
Cause I been in the field, life on the line with him
And if it's really real, I'll probably die with 'em
Cause when I need them choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em, what!

I said that I'mma ride for my hitta, my hitta
Most likely I'mma die for my hitta, my hitta
I've been grindin' outside all day with my hitta
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta (my hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hittas (my hitta, my hitta)
My hittas, my hittas (my hittas, my hittas)
My hittas, my hittas, yeah (I-I-I, I-I-I-I-I-)

I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse
I-I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst?
You, you, you... ain't got no joints
Like the injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy
They get money too, they some "don't cross me"
Flossy ..., Sergio Rossi
And if we at the game then it's floor seat ...
I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my, ride for my
I'm so, I'm so rich I cop rides for my
Dollar menu, fries, apple pies: other, other
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
My, my
I need a ... with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main ... and my side-
Need a, need a with some good neck, ostriches
My...

I said that I'mma ride for my hitta, my hitta
Most likely I'mma die for my hitta, my hitta
I've been grindin' outside all day with my hitta (New York to Compton)
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas (Got YG with me so don't get stomped in, uh-huh)
My hitta, my hitta (my hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hittas (Y'all know who the ... it is) (my, hitta, my hitta)
My hittas, my hittas (my hittas, my hittas) (See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees!)
My hittas, my hittas, yeah (And when it come out, it's gon' burn you ... like)

You better get your mother... oven mitt!
(Mustard on the beat, ho!)
Ha-haa!
(Young Mula, baby!)