Hit Bout It (feat. Dan Bandz)
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Gotta go harder, I been thru the pain
Money longer like Uzi, they say love is rain
Fly young nigga, I'm up with the plane
Niggas ain't havin, they stuck inna rain
Getting this money, ain't flipping no pages
Damn, fly out Cali bitch I'm on vacation
Bandz
Bitch on my dick, man she geeking to taste it
Lil bitch got a vibe with a pretty body, I ain't talkin adjacent
Play with the gang, we gon come with the chops
We gon kill you like Jason
100s and 50s you know I ain't racing
Go spin a bin, we boutta go racing
Hit me a jug, might buss down my wrist
Fuck round and buss down my bitch
Shoot from long range like I play from the Knicks
Glock with a leg and it came with a switch
Young and I'm turnt, how it happen like this
Palm angels when i chill in the vip
500 Just to smoke out the zip
Play with the gang, your lip getting zipped
Glock 45, it's compact
Whole gang tight,boy ywe ready for combat
Niggas be bluffing,they not even on that
Pour me a 4 and I'm sippin all night
Lemon cherry, got me feelin all nice
VVS, I ain't rocking fake ice
BOA, lemme drop it twice
Watch me blow up, I ain't talking bout dynamite
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Gotta go harder, I been thru the pain
Money longer like Uzi, they say love is rain
Fly young nigga, I'm up with the plane
Niggas ain't havin, they stuck inna rain
Getting this money, ain't flipping no pages
Damn, fly out Cali bitch I'm on vacation
Bandz
Bitch on my dick, man she geeking to taste it
Lil bitch got a vibe with a pretty body, I ain't talkin adjacent
Play with the gang, we gon come with the chops
We gon kill you like Jason
100s and 50s you know I ain't racing
Go spin a bin, we boutta go racing
Hit me a jug, might buss down my wrist
Fuck round and buss down my bitch
Shoot from long range like I play from the Knicks
Glock with a leg and it came with a switch
Young and I'm turnt, how it happen like this
Palm angels when i chill in the vip
500 Just to smoke out the zip
Play with the gang, your lip getting zipped
Glock 45, it's compact
Whole gang tight,boy ywe ready for combat
Niggas be bluffing,they not even on that
Pour me a 4 and I'm sippin all night
Lemon cherry, got me feelin all nice
VVS, I ain't rocking fake ice
BOA, lemme drop it twice
Watch me blow up, I ain't talking bout dynamite
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it
She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting
Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment
Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy
I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi
My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant
I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party
Credits
Writer(s): Cmg Dulai
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