Dying 2 Hit'em
You was out playing them sports, I'm on the block with my killers
While you was sitting on the porch, I'm off the porch with my niggas
They was on trial in court, your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah
If you ain't gon' end this with a shootout, what you start it for?
My mama told me get on this porch, mama, I start the wars
Why the opps be claiming bodies they ain't shot before?
I heard the opps get they shit dropped right at designer stores
Foenem took like two, three Glocks, like, what you buying 'em for?
Know an eater that want Chanel, I had to grab it for her
Before he died, they walked up on him, what you lacking for?
Switches, don't we got 'em? He say why we splat 'em?
Bitch, that shit don't matter, bitch, I'll die with my brother
Bitch, you will die if you clutch
Ain't no get back, he died for nothing
Why you say my name in songs like we ain't make y'all blocks
Y'all out fucking with them niggas, bitch, we make y'all opps
You was out playing them sports (yeah)
I'm on the block with my killers (get it)
While you was sitting on the porch (get it)
I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah)
They was on trial in court (get it)
Your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em
I'm dying to hit 'em, yeah, I ride with killers
Test something like Brian Nickels
Oh, he your twin? You dying with him
Fuck it, let my slime kill him
Riding through your hood, I'm mad as fuck
'Cause I can't find niggas, face-to-face, let's see if you gon' buck
Boy, you gon' die in here
Load up the Drac', I hop out, we face-to-face
You and me, nobody safe, right there there your mama stay
Lurking, look at the boy, he nervous
Make sure if you shoot at me, bitch, it better be worth it (why?)
'Cause all my opps be mad as hell (why?), 'cause I'm splurging
Ain't talking 'bout on designer, on your head, bitch, it's a Birkin
Get 'em gone, hurry, you ain't gon' see me in that cut
'Cause I know how to play it, let me hear that shit you said
You was out playing them sports (yeah)
I'm on the block with my killers (get it)
While you was sitting on the porch (get it)
I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah)
They was on trial in court (get it)
Your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah
While you was sitting on the porch, I'm off the porch with my niggas
They was on trial in court, your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah
If you ain't gon' end this with a shootout, what you start it for?
My mama told me get on this porch, mama, I start the wars
Why the opps be claiming bodies they ain't shot before?
I heard the opps get they shit dropped right at designer stores
Foenem took like two, three Glocks, like, what you buying 'em for?
Know an eater that want Chanel, I had to grab it for her
Before he died, they walked up on him, what you lacking for?
Switches, don't we got 'em? He say why we splat 'em?
Bitch, that shit don't matter, bitch, I'll die with my brother
Bitch, you will die if you clutch
Ain't no get back, he died for nothing
Why you say my name in songs like we ain't make y'all blocks
Y'all out fucking with them niggas, bitch, we make y'all opps
You was out playing them sports (yeah)
I'm on the block with my killers (get it)
While you was sitting on the porch (get it)
I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah)
They was on trial in court (get it)
Your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em
I'm dying to hit 'em, yeah, I ride with killers
Test something like Brian Nickels
Oh, he your twin? You dying with him
Fuck it, let my slime kill him
Riding through your hood, I'm mad as fuck
'Cause I can't find niggas, face-to-face, let's see if you gon' buck
Boy, you gon' die in here
Load up the Drac', I hop out, we face-to-face
You and me, nobody safe, right there there your mama stay
Lurking, look at the boy, he nervous
Make sure if you shoot at me, bitch, it better be worth it (why?)
'Cause all my opps be mad as hell (why?), 'cause I'm splurging
Ain't talking 'bout on designer, on your head, bitch, it's a Birkin
Get 'em gone, hurry, you ain't gon' see me in that cut
'Cause I know how to play it, let me hear that shit you said
You was out playing them sports (yeah)
I'm on the block with my killers (get it)
While you was sitting on the porch (get it)
I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah)
They was on trial in court (get it)
Your bitch-ass giving descriptions
Your bitch-ass die in the course
You know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah
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Writer(s): Durk D Banks, Wunnie Lee
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