Hit
808 Mafia
Zone six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Yeah)
AKs, SKs, three fifty-sevens, I know you don't wanna play (Yeah)
Good dope in my trap
We hit it one time and gon' lock up your rib cage (bitch)
Beat a nigga, Quinton Rampage (Beat 'em up)
Black gloves when I grip the K (Black gloves)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you hear them gunshots?
They go off like every day (Pow)
Give your bitch sexual healin' like Marvin Gaye (Sexual)
Drop your six inside a tropical, minute made
Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B
(Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B)
These niggas my little mini-mes
Take your bitch out to eat we go to Busy Bee (Come here)
That chopper headshot, we don't aim at knees
Shit bad, he got a stomach disease
What you say? I cannot hear you
God keep me company so I don't fear you (God)
I got that antidote I will not cure you
Balenciaga bubble jacket, it's cold (Balenciaga)
But he a lab rat, he sniff up his nose
Cole promised we gon' shoot up with poles
You get ten feet next to me, you gon' get froze
I flew to Egypt and I flew back with gold (John Wick)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't post guns on Instagram (No)
Stupid nigga, that's how you get jammed (Dummy)
I'm not tryin' to go back to the slam (Slammer)
Cockin' back and shootin' 'til I'm found (Blaow)
All this water, you should build a dam (Water)
Taxin' peons like I'm Uncle Sam (Peons)
Pull up and let the shit hit (Let the shit hit)
Perfect and I will not miss (I will not miss)
I do not go for the dissin'
Start a caravan, handle my business (Start the caravan)
Big bag on my back like like it's Santa Claus (Christmas)
Talkin' shit, add your name to the hitlist (Hitlist)
Everybody wanna fuck with the gang 'cause they needed protection (Gang)
Only rich niggas stand in my section (Rich)
Fifth-generation Glock my weapon (Blaow)
If the bullet miss you, that's your blessin' (That's your blessin')
I though youngins grippin' Smith & Wessons (Smith & Wessons)
This a million-dollar lick (Lick)
You better take every brick (Take every brick)
That thousand bag leave a stench (Stench)
Rottweilers in my fence (Grr)
Send a pack to prison yards (Over there)
I know some inmates fucking guards (Smash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit
Zone six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Yeah)
AKs, SKs, three fifty-sevens, I know you don't wanna play (Yeah)
Good dope in my trap
We hit it one time and gon' lock up your rib cage (bitch)
Beat a nigga, Quinton Rampage (Beat 'em up)
Black gloves when I grip the K (Black gloves)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you hear them gunshots?
They go off like every day (Pow)
Give your bitch sexual healin' like Marvin Gaye (Sexual)
Drop your six inside a tropical, minute made
Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B
(Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B)
These niggas my little mini-mes
Take your bitch out to eat we go to Busy Bee (Come here)
That chopper headshot, we don't aim at knees
Shit bad, he got a stomach disease
What you say? I cannot hear you
God keep me company so I don't fear you (God)
I got that antidote I will not cure you
Balenciaga bubble jacket, it's cold (Balenciaga)
But he a lab rat, he sniff up his nose
Cole promised we gon' shoot up with poles
You get ten feet next to me, you gon' get froze
I flew to Egypt and I flew back with gold (John Wick)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't post guns on Instagram (No)
Stupid nigga, that's how you get jammed (Dummy)
I'm not tryin' to go back to the slam (Slammer)
Cockin' back and shootin' 'til I'm found (Blaow)
All this water, you should build a dam (Water)
Taxin' peons like I'm Uncle Sam (Peons)
Pull up and let the shit hit (Let the shit hit)
Perfect and I will not miss (I will not miss)
I do not go for the dissin'
Start a caravan, handle my business (Start the caravan)
Big bag on my back like like it's Santa Claus (Christmas)
Talkin' shit, add your name to the hitlist (Hitlist)
Everybody wanna fuck with the gang 'cause they needed protection (Gang)
Only rich niggas stand in my section (Rich)
Fifth-generation Glock my weapon (Blaow)
If the bullet miss you, that's your blessin' (That's your blessin')
I though youngins grippin' Smith & Wessons (Smith & Wessons)
This a million-dollar lick (Lick)
You better take every brick (Take every brick)
That thousand bag leave a stench (Stench)
Rottweilers in my fence (Grr)
Send a pack to prison yards (Over there)
I know some inmates fucking guards (Smash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit
Credits
Writer(s): Kedrick Isaiah Cannady, John Wic
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- What It Is
- Frosted Flakes
- Pastor (Quavo, City Girls feat. Megan Thee Stallion)
- I Suppose
- Back On
- Pink Toes (Offset, DaBaby feat. Gunna)
- Dead Man Walking
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