Hit Shit
Ayy,ayy,ayy
Ayy men it's Lil peres on da beat men
Ayy, bitch I'm tryna bang on this shit 'ayy
Men I'm out here, I be on my outfits (oufits)
I Ain't care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit (gang shit)
Ain't no tripping with niggas
They gonna get rest quick (Rest quick)
When they started the hit shit (hit shit)
Trust me we ain't do dissin, we just doing real shit (no diss)
But I still got my Glock lit (so lit)
I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit (on this)
And we bursting some checks late (so late)
Men I can't understand why i fell love with Raiders (oh shit)
Maybe oops out here' they ain't getting no manners (no respect)
Gon smoke "em so fast, like I'm Spending some papers
We ain't care what you think
We keep playing those pipers (sound like Draco)
You think you're so smart, like you to tryna to hide in da block
Don't think that we gon slide in through with a Glock
Ah got all choppas all loaded
So men when you smell me just got it in mind you're gone
Lately some hoes came to my door and asking some shit
I know there some spy's from the oops
They got me locked up in the cell
Cuz I be on my man Camry ride in through school with a bitch
On my way to get me a towel then meant this bitch by
I just pick her, then got into a problem
And still gotta fighting my demons they really stood so low
But I ain't care, cuz I'm still on my Grinding
Stop talking some things while I'm still here
I ain't taking most shits that ain't get us related
We really don't look for we shoot, while it started
Niggas capping shit they ain't know, they've committed
Stop all your hit plays, for yo ass gon get sitted
The cops they just really be making me faded
Niggas rapping bitches all day to be rated
That's still ain't gon top, cuz it's so underrated
A trip to the hood (to the hood)
All my men be sliding, can't make me be good (can't never)
Tryna write my wrongs, I just be on my woods (smoking)
I ain't tripping no crack without getting no juice (no juice)
Niggas think they're real with me
Everyday while I'm stacking, they envy me
While I'm broke all this bitches make fun of me
Felt so bad, but I still can't let go of me
That ain't new to me (yeah)
Men I'm out here, I be on my outfits (outfits)
I Ain't care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit (gang shit)
Ain't no tripping with niggas
They gonna get rest quick (Rest quick)
When they started the hit shit (hit shit)
Trust me we ain't do dissin, we just doing real shit (Real shit)
But I still got my Glock lit
I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit
And we bursting some checks late
Sometimes i be wondering if i ain't got those racks
Will these niggas still stand by me Calling me Brodie
They ain't got no time for you
Till you start stacking money
That's when they come close like they Really so loyal
My own dawg be snitching on me
When I gave him some 30's so he can create by his own hands
The streets is so rude while you facing a lot
I've been going through a lot of truma on my thoughts
I keep asking myself, while this life is ain't fair to me
Why the Good bad days just keeps repeating me
So tired of waiting does moments when it's gon be?
I'm thinking so much and this bitches still bordering me
While I walk in the road everybody be scared of me
My heart is all frozed so I ain't showing no love in me
The streets got all my love erased off to infinity
Now walk with Niggas but ain't care bout nobody
Ayy men it's Lil peres on da beat men
Ayy, bitch I'm tryna bang on this shit 'ayy
Men I'm out here, I be on my outfits (oufits)
I Ain't care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit (gang shit)
Ain't no tripping with niggas
They gonna get rest quick (Rest quick)
When they started the hit shit (hit shit)
Trust me we ain't do dissin, we just doing real shit (no diss)
But I still got my Glock lit (so lit)
I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit (on this)
And we bursting some checks late (so late)
Men I can't understand why i fell love with Raiders (oh shit)
Maybe oops out here' they ain't getting no manners (no respect)
Gon smoke "em so fast, like I'm Spending some papers
We ain't care what you think
We keep playing those pipers (sound like Draco)
You think you're so smart, like you to tryna to hide in da block
Don't think that we gon slide in through with a Glock
Ah got all choppas all loaded
So men when you smell me just got it in mind you're gone
Lately some hoes came to my door and asking some shit
I know there some spy's from the oops
They got me locked up in the cell
Cuz I be on my man Camry ride in through school with a bitch
On my way to get me a towel then meant this bitch by
I just pick her, then got into a problem
And still gotta fighting my demons they really stood so low
But I ain't care, cuz I'm still on my Grinding
Stop talking some things while I'm still here
I ain't taking most shits that ain't get us related
We really don't look for we shoot, while it started
Niggas capping shit they ain't know, they've committed
Stop all your hit plays, for yo ass gon get sitted
The cops they just really be making me faded
Niggas rapping bitches all day to be rated
That's still ain't gon top, cuz it's so underrated
A trip to the hood (to the hood)
All my men be sliding, can't make me be good (can't never)
Tryna write my wrongs, I just be on my woods (smoking)
I ain't tripping no crack without getting no juice (no juice)
Niggas think they're real with me
Everyday while I'm stacking, they envy me
While I'm broke all this bitches make fun of me
Felt so bad, but I still can't let go of me
That ain't new to me (yeah)
Men I'm out here, I be on my outfits (outfits)
I Ain't care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit (gang shit)
Ain't no tripping with niggas
They gonna get rest quick (Rest quick)
When they started the hit shit (hit shit)
Trust me we ain't do dissin, we just doing real shit (Real shit)
But I still got my Glock lit
I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit
And we bursting some checks late
Sometimes i be wondering if i ain't got those racks
Will these niggas still stand by me Calling me Brodie
They ain't got no time for you
Till you start stacking money
That's when they come close like they Really so loyal
My own dawg be snitching on me
When I gave him some 30's so he can create by his own hands
The streets is so rude while you facing a lot
I've been going through a lot of truma on my thoughts
I keep asking myself, while this life is ain't fair to me
Why the Good bad days just keeps repeating me
So tired of waiting does moments when it's gon be?
I'm thinking so much and this bitches still bordering me
While I walk in the road everybody be scared of me
My heart is all frozed so I ain't showing no love in me
The streets got all my love erased off to infinity
Now walk with Niggas but ain't care bout nobody
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Bruce, Slimy Z
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