Hit the Mix (feat. 3zee)
Aye
I gotta chnage the line cause niggas told me I was rapping about the wrong lean
I mixed the red with the green, I hit the mix
Experiments hit my phone like, what's the stitch?
Freak hoe, suck dick in the whip & shit
Dressed down, all black like Africans
Put it on the black card, I maxed it quick
Yeah i'm taxing it
All the packages, from the packs we sent
Amazon down the street, they mad at crips
What the fuck that mean?
They mad i'm rich
Nigga all these blue hunnids got em wrapping gifts
Freddy Kruger on the beat, i'm stabbing it
She wanna go meat to meat, i'm having it
If you too broke for a feat', establish it
Go sell some girl out a van like trafficking
(Go sell some girl out a van like trafficking)
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Love no thot, nigga I love drugs
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around, sold a dream from this dirty mud
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around sold a dream from this dirty
She say i'm something like a snack, so she eat me up
Got her cooking on the stove, tell her, heat me up
Man, my jeweler left me cold, he freeze me up
She be playing with her nose, than she clean me up
You won't see me down
You gone see me up
Tailor Made, my clothes, she seamed me up
Nigga i'm so hot, labels steam me up
Beating down yo block, just to beat you up
You won't see me frown, when I hit that wock
This lil bitch is down
Yeah she get around
That's that choppa sound
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Love no thot, nigga I love drugs
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around, sold a dream from this dirty mud
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around sold a dream from this dirty
Wanna see me spazz?
Go ahead & spill this Ak'
Pay attention when I hit the mix, treat it like a class
Fell in love watching paper flip, getting to the bag
Get it in, get another pack, fell in love with racks
In the field, tryna turn it up, feeling like i'm Madden
Dropping heat, I go back to back, spitting like a dragon
Spin on me? we go shot for shot, this shit can get tragic
He ain't die, but he ain't the same, switching like he lagging
Say her pussy come with baggage
I just want the head, tell yo nigga he can have it
And I just poured a deuce, dos, a deuce, you can add it
Bitch I grew up with some robbers, I ain't never been a bragger
Ha, it's 3
I gotta chnage the line cause niggas told me I was rapping about the wrong lean
I mixed the red with the green, I hit the mix
Experiments hit my phone like, what's the stitch?
Freak hoe, suck dick in the whip & shit
Dressed down, all black like Africans
Put it on the black card, I maxed it quick
Yeah i'm taxing it
All the packages, from the packs we sent
Amazon down the street, they mad at crips
What the fuck that mean?
They mad i'm rich
Nigga all these blue hunnids got em wrapping gifts
Freddy Kruger on the beat, i'm stabbing it
She wanna go meat to meat, i'm having it
If you too broke for a feat', establish it
Go sell some girl out a van like trafficking
(Go sell some girl out a van like trafficking)
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Love no thot, nigga I love drugs
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around, sold a dream from this dirty mud
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around sold a dream from this dirty
She say i'm something like a snack, so she eat me up
Got her cooking on the stove, tell her, heat me up
Man, my jeweler left me cold, he freeze me up
She be playing with her nose, than she clean me up
You won't see me down
You gone see me up
Tailor Made, my clothes, she seamed me up
Nigga i'm so hot, labels steam me up
Beating down yo block, just to beat you up
You won't see me frown, when I hit that wock
This lil bitch is down
Yeah she get around
That's that choppa sound
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Love no thot, nigga I love drugs
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around, sold a dream from this dirty mud
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Aye
Bitch don't spill this drink in my cup
Fuck around sold a dream from this dirty
Wanna see me spazz?
Go ahead & spill this Ak'
Pay attention when I hit the mix, treat it like a class
Fell in love watching paper flip, getting to the bag
Get it in, get another pack, fell in love with racks
In the field, tryna turn it up, feeling like i'm Madden
Dropping heat, I go back to back, spitting like a dragon
Spin on me? we go shot for shot, this shit can get tragic
He ain't die, but he ain't the same, switching like he lagging
Say her pussy come with baggage
I just want the head, tell yo nigga he can have it
And I just poured a deuce, dos, a deuce, you can add it
Bitch I grew up with some robbers, I ain't never been a bragger
Ha, it's 3
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Ford, Jer’vante Barnhill
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