I’ll Hit U Back..
I told you, mane, I told you, don't fuck with me!
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
(Love you, Summrs!)
I-I-I'ma hit you back, I'm gettin' some 'Woods
Baby, where you at? I'm not feelin' good
I gotta see you, baby, I'm missin' you
Baby I hate writin' these letters to you
I just spent six-hundred at Nieman's
Baby, you bad as fuck like a demon
You the only one that I want, you the only one that I'm seein'
And I know you was the one, we was in the back of that Beamer
Singing off of my chest, it was just me and you singin'
Nicknamed you Rose, we be on Melrose
Smokin' on that gas, yeah, smokin' on that dope, yeah
Uber, let's get on the road, yeah, spent some bands on your coat, yeah
Baby, I'm missin' you and I know that you know, yeah
Baby, you my soulja girl and I'm your soulja
I'ma rock your world, you ride me like a coaster
Together 'til the end, this will never be over
This will never be over, this will never be over
Go, go, go (I told you, mane, I told you, don't fuck with me!)
I'ma hit you back, I'm gettin' some 'Woods
Baby, where you at? I'm not feelin' good
I gotta see you, baby, I'm missin' you
Baby I hate writin' these letters to you
Baby, I'm missin' your smile, baby, I'm missin' your laugh
Baby, for you I would go across the map
Yeah, I'm sittin' in front of your crib with the Glock on my lap, yeah
Post on IG, give a fuck about no app
When we first met each other, I'm like
"Baby, what's your Snap?", yeah
You was like, "Boy, I know you ain't shit,"
Baby, look where we at, yeah
Didn't know we was gon' be like this
Didn't know we was gon' get attached
Didn't know it was gon' be like this, havin' nights like this
Know we gon' fuss like this and know we gon' fight like this
I know we gon' fuck like this, know we gon' touch like this
And we stay in love like this 'cause I show you love like this
Yeah, ayy
You was the one in the back, yeah
You was the one in the lap, yeah
You was the one that I needed
Needed when we up in that motherfuckin' Beamer
Yeah, we go to Neiman's
Baby, you know that I need ya, ayy
Baby, you know that I need ya, blowin' on that reefer
Blowin' on this Keesha, smokin' this good reefer
Smokin' up in the Beamer, girl, you know that I need ya
Smokin' this good reefer, smokin' up in the Beamer
Girl, you know that I need ya, blowin' on that reefer
Blowin' on this Keesha, smokin' this good reefer
I'ma hit you back (I'm gettin' some 'Woods)
Baby, where you at? (I'm not feelin' good, yeah)
Got my front (You got my front)
And I got your back (I got your back)
Baby, where you at? (Where you at?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
(Love you, Summrs!)
I-I-I'ma hit you back, I'm gettin' some 'Woods
Baby, where you at? I'm not feelin' good
I gotta see you, baby, I'm missin' you
Baby I hate writin' these letters to you
I just spent six-hundred at Nieman's
Baby, you bad as fuck like a demon
You the only one that I want, you the only one that I'm seein'
And I know you was the one, we was in the back of that Beamer
Singing off of my chest, it was just me and you singin'
Nicknamed you Rose, we be on Melrose
Smokin' on that gas, yeah, smokin' on that dope, yeah
Uber, let's get on the road, yeah, spent some bands on your coat, yeah
Baby, I'm missin' you and I know that you know, yeah
Baby, you my soulja girl and I'm your soulja
I'ma rock your world, you ride me like a coaster
Together 'til the end, this will never be over
This will never be over, this will never be over
Go, go, go (I told you, mane, I told you, don't fuck with me!)
I'ma hit you back, I'm gettin' some 'Woods
Baby, where you at? I'm not feelin' good
I gotta see you, baby, I'm missin' you
Baby I hate writin' these letters to you
Baby, I'm missin' your smile, baby, I'm missin' your laugh
Baby, for you I would go across the map
Yeah, I'm sittin' in front of your crib with the Glock on my lap, yeah
Post on IG, give a fuck about no app
When we first met each other, I'm like
"Baby, what's your Snap?", yeah
You was like, "Boy, I know you ain't shit,"
Baby, look where we at, yeah
Didn't know we was gon' be like this
Didn't know we was gon' get attached
Didn't know it was gon' be like this, havin' nights like this
Know we gon' fuss like this and know we gon' fight like this
I know we gon' fuck like this, know we gon' touch like this
And we stay in love like this 'cause I show you love like this
Yeah, ayy
You was the one in the back, yeah
You was the one in the lap, yeah
You was the one that I needed
Needed when we up in that motherfuckin' Beamer
Yeah, we go to Neiman's
Baby, you know that I need ya, ayy
Baby, you know that I need ya, blowin' on that reefer
Blowin' on this Keesha, smokin' this good reefer
Smokin' up in the Beamer, girl, you know that I need ya
Smokin' this good reefer, smokin' up in the Beamer
Girl, you know that I need ya, blowin' on that reefer
Blowin' on this Keesha, smokin' this good reefer
I'ma hit you back (I'm gettin' some 'Woods)
Baby, where you at? (I'm not feelin' good, yeah)
Got my front (You got my front)
And I got your back (I got your back)
Baby, where you at? (Where you at?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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