Hit Wonder (feat. SNOE)
Alcaline water and veggies
Smoothies in the morning, I'm healthy
V12, my bentley
Come to my crib to see wealthy
Hunnas on me, honey's want me
Lord doesn't want me greedy
But, gee
I need thee money
Piss on your grave, R Kelly
Burned tires on my way to hell
Acting blind as Ray, oh well
Choppa looking nice
Faith made of ice
Time flies when you sin
Shit, it doesn't when you don't
Racks getting thin
Drowning out the don
Cousin says we be doomed
Ever since the womb
Bring the shooters, we laughing
You only need one hit
To get high
You only need one hit
For the alibi
I don't wanna be a hit wonder
Talk to my brother between borders
I don't wanna be a hit wonder
The grass is greener, over yonder
You can't kill what you can't see
We out here, ghosting
No more water, just bodies in the sea
Got me coasting
Katrina's bodycount lower than Beau
I'm a hot boy, original hot boy
No skating, no kissing
Got me faded how he's lying
Fuck MAGA
Wasn't me at the window
Still would've killed that hoe
Put her down and let her bleed slow
She should've stayed a jane doe
But I swear I got a big heart
Turn a bitch into my boo, my babe
Love the shit I do
Ask for a gift, she can get everything new
In my way to riches
Needed support to my wounds like stitches
Time passed like water under bridges
Now I'm on, bark at all these bitches
Smoothies in the morning, I'm healthy
V12, my bentley
Come to my crib to see wealthy
Hunnas on me, honey's want me
Lord doesn't want me greedy
But, gee
I need thee money
Piss on your grave, R Kelly
Burned tires on my way to hell
Acting blind as Ray, oh well
Choppa looking nice
Faith made of ice
Time flies when you sin
Shit, it doesn't when you don't
Racks getting thin
Drowning out the don
Cousin says we be doomed
Ever since the womb
Bring the shooters, we laughing
You only need one hit
To get high
You only need one hit
For the alibi
I don't wanna be a hit wonder
Talk to my brother between borders
I don't wanna be a hit wonder
The grass is greener, over yonder
You can't kill what you can't see
We out here, ghosting
No more water, just bodies in the sea
Got me coasting
Katrina's bodycount lower than Beau
I'm a hot boy, original hot boy
No skating, no kissing
Got me faded how he's lying
Fuck MAGA
Wasn't me at the window
Still would've killed that hoe
Put her down and let her bleed slow
She should've stayed a jane doe
But I swear I got a big heart
Turn a bitch into my boo, my babe
Love the shit I do
Ask for a gift, she can get everything new
In my way to riches
Needed support to my wounds like stitches
Time passed like water under bridges
Now I'm on, bark at all these bitches
Credits
Writer(s): Studio Mada
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