Hills
Smokin' that bitch out on hill, hill
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
Scope me the AR, got long range (Yeah)
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too high so I can't feel, I'm too numb so I can't feel
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too numb so I can't feel
Smokin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I get fucked up, uh
Ho say, "Hi, what's up?"
Told her I'ma beat it, hit her pussy with a uppercut
Pow, pow, pow
Sound like when my shooters in the cut
All my hitters run 'em up,
they don't give a motherfuck (Motherfuck, no)
Yeah, geekin' off this codeine punch
Flew her out and fuck her once (Yeah)
Haters keep on speaking on me, they can eat my dick for lunch
They can eat my dick for lunch like
cabbage with some Cap'n Crunch (Yeah)
White ho like the Brady Bush, stupid [?] or purple Runtz
Fear no nigga, my stick got flashlight, I can see in the dark
She gon' ride it like a wife 'cause I've been drownin' in designer
Fear no nigga, my stick got laserbeam on, right on Mars
She gon' fuck with me and [?] 'cause that money, it went higher
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell (Yeah)
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too high so I can't feel, I'm too numb so I can't feel
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell (Hell)
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too numb so I can't feel
Smokin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Yeah, no
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
Scope me the AR, got long range (Yeah)
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too high so I can't feel, I'm too numb so I can't feel
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too numb so I can't feel
Smokin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I get fucked up, uh
Ho say, "Hi, what's up?"
Told her I'ma beat it, hit her pussy with a uppercut
Pow, pow, pow
Sound like when my shooters in the cut
All my hitters run 'em up,
they don't give a motherfuck (Motherfuck, no)
Yeah, geekin' off this codeine punch
Flew her out and fuck her once (Yeah)
Haters keep on speaking on me, they can eat my dick for lunch
They can eat my dick for lunch like
cabbage with some Cap'n Crunch (Yeah)
White ho like the Brady Bush, stupid [?] or purple Runtz
Fear no nigga, my stick got flashlight, I can see in the dark
She gon' ride it like a wife 'cause I've been drownin' in designer
Fear no nigga, my stick got laserbeam on, right on Mars
She gon' fuck with me and [?] 'cause that money, it went higher
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell (Yeah)
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too high so I can't feel, I'm too numb so I can't feel
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Scope me the AR, got long range
Shootin' that boy, he got hotter than hell (Hell)
Countin' up blue money, bricks, and them bill, bills
Smokin' the strongest, kill, kill
Sippin' on drank, niggas thought I was ill
I'm too numb so I can't feel
Smokin' that bitch out on hill, hills
Yeah, no
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
Fuckin' that bitch out on hill, hills
I'm gettin' money for real, for real
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Edgard Noel Herrera, Danny Jerome Jenrette
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