Hitstory
Put that shit on me
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Hit after hit
Maybe that's why all these hoes on my dick
Say that she love me
But I'm not convinced
Way that I'm balling
It must been a glitch
Up the score on all my ops
Make them niggas pass the sticks
Relax
I'm just too dope she about to relapse
Been way too long since you heard somebody snap
The P stand for poet
I just grew up in the trap
Left my problems at the bottom
Never going back
Yup
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Plenty times they tried but I can't let them get to me
Could silence him
But never take my energy
Backwoods and Hennessy
Create the perfect chemistry
Yup
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Get caught up in that beam
Become a memory
Put that shit together like a symphony
But I can't show no sympathy
And that's on me foo
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Yeah I put that shit on me
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
YeaYea
This that motivation
This that posted on the block
Like we got reservations
30 deep trying feed the nation
My boy ain't got no kids
Taught me how to whip a baby
On the way to them M&Ms
Got niggas acting real shady
It is what it is
Want to fuck me right now
Cause it's only up from here
Them rappers say they out here
But I don't see them in the field
Way I'm stepping on this beat
Would've thought I was Shaquille
When I seen lil CJ body drop
I couldn't hold back the tears
Think I'm getting greedy
Be on TV in a year
Bitches acting needy
Cause they see it in me crystal clear
I Know 2 hoes named Crystal that I won't know in a year
I'm trying to see my peers
But it ain't nobody near
Yea I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Young Pistol Pete
Watch me take the head off a enemy
Better get her
Cause you're forgotten if she get to me
Oval redenbacher
I'll pop him for us to take the lead
Hit after hit
Maybe that why they keep saying I'm the shit
Clutching that fye
Know they want me to slip
It's worth the weight
Gone be bigger than B.I.G.
Wait
I know some hoes just won't get out my face
All cause I got what it takes
Can't wait to get my last name an estate
So simple minded
They just can't relate
YeaYea
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
And that's on me foo
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Ay that's on me
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Making HITSORY
YeaYea
Ay that's on me
That's on me
I swear to God we making hits
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Hit after hit
Maybe that's why all these hoes on my dick
Say that she love me
But I'm not convinced
Way that I'm balling
It must been a glitch
Up the score on all my ops
Make them niggas pass the sticks
Relax
I'm just too dope she about to relapse
Been way too long since you heard somebody snap
The P stand for poet
I just grew up in the trap
Left my problems at the bottom
Never going back
Yup
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Plenty times they tried but I can't let them get to me
Could silence him
But never take my energy
Backwoods and Hennessy
Create the perfect chemistry
Yup
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Get caught up in that beam
Become a memory
Put that shit together like a symphony
But I can't show no sympathy
And that's on me foo
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
Yeah I put that shit on me
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
YeaYea
This that motivation
This that posted on the block
Like we got reservations
30 deep trying feed the nation
My boy ain't got no kids
Taught me how to whip a baby
On the way to them M&Ms
Got niggas acting real shady
It is what it is
Want to fuck me right now
Cause it's only up from here
Them rappers say they out here
But I don't see them in the field
Way I'm stepping on this beat
Would've thought I was Shaquille
When I seen lil CJ body drop
I couldn't hold back the tears
Think I'm getting greedy
Be on TV in a year
Bitches acting needy
Cause they see it in me crystal clear
I Know 2 hoes named Crystal that I won't know in a year
I'm trying to see my peers
But it ain't nobody near
Yea I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Young Pistol Pete
Watch me take the head off a enemy
Better get her
Cause you're forgotten if she get to me
Oval redenbacher
I'll pop him for us to take the lead
Hit after hit
Maybe that why they keep saying I'm the shit
Clutching that fye
Know they want me to slip
It's worth the weight
Gone be bigger than B.I.G.
Wait
I know some hoes just won't get out my face
All cause I got what it takes
Can't wait to get my last name an estate
So simple minded
They just can't relate
YeaYea
Swear to God we making HITSTORY
And that's on me foo
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Ay that's on me
I swear to God we making HITSTORY
Making HITSORY
YeaYea
Ay that's on me
That's on me
I swear to God we making hits
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Writer(s): Jace Porter
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