Hit or Miss 2 (Freestyle)

Shots flying it's another dead
Me and Drip tucking, not for internet
If i want it on me ima have it on me
If i got it on me, then it's in your head
We was never fed, school of Columbine
Diamond chasing niggas now it's dotted lines
We can never trip when the dollars fly
Whether hit or miss a nigga gotta die

If Niggas ain't down to ride
I could come in there dolo and I'll let them choppas fly
I don't wanna homicide
But if niggas keep playing then somebody gotta die
Feel like Mike Jack when I beat it
My finger itching to squeeze it
Get to ootin like Gilbert Arenas
And we still alive still undefeated

Drippy with me while i'm rizzing her up
He take for the team so he cool with her friend
Shit getting better for me
You keep yelling out we
Coulda swore you was fluent in French
Red dot head top shoot wit a lens
Next stop rest stop you in the ends
Nigga was thinking of leaving but looks is deceiving
He breathing so hit em again

Don't go running and don't go tripping
We is not worried bout no opposition
Not beefing with niggas got no pot to piss in
I ball like Mcgrady but not on the Pistons
More like Orlando
I'm boutta take off like a rocket
Ya bitch was moving like a fan bro
I got forty thousand in my pockets

Nigga just stop it we break the door no knocking
Pull up like twelve no Stockton
Pray we don't pop in
Shoot and don't miss or you give me no option
I gave her back now she saying I'm toxic
I gave her back now she saying I'm not shit
Who next on the hit-list?
Only time Chris miss
Niggas was riding on sleds with stockings

I teach you the difference
I'm on a mission, you inefficient, my body different
Your body missing, cooking it up
I'm in the stu, you in the kitchen
Mag hit his hair, lift the extensions
I'ma need space, i'ma need distance
Chill with the face, I don't need kissing
No touching my bag it's a limit edition

Imma make niggas get in they cardio
Playboy make em see red like i'm carti tho
Put a M on his head like he Mario
When this shit come on you turn up the audio
Like charisma who fuckin with us? no one
Hadda do it again cuz we spazzed on the old one
I hadda flip me a pack I sold one
I hadda pop me a perc I'm on one

Gritty day a more gritty night, I'm from Grant
My niggas are moving on any night
GDM nigga welcome to city life
I'm just different cus really I'm really nice

Saks up, drill wit Amiris I'm really fly
Traps up, pull up with nine and da 45's
Back up, I need some space like a gigabyte
Act up, last thing you see is a beam of light

It's a lock on the door drippy what we gon do?
We gon break thru the window and hop thru the room
Ima sneak thru the errrrr the door feeling loose
Automatic or burst, we sending out two
His alarm going off man he better hit snooze
Now I think he awake but he don't got a clue
Put the stick to his head now he looking confused
Then I pull on the trigger all you hear is



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Whyte, Ice Win Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link