Scoring
Hit-Boy, SOB X RBE, Hit Boy
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Hit-Boy Niggas thought that it was over, bitch I think not If I talk to this bitch nice, she'll give me top You niggas still ain't seeing 10, y'all ain't seeing guap And I just put it in her stomach, that's her G-spot Everybody think that bitch loyal, we don't see not Spent 900 on some kicks, that's like Reeboks All these colors in my chain, I'm a peacock And you the type to pull the trigger while it's decocked You play dumb and go blind when you see opps And his bitch tried to pull the Jack out the bean stalk And my mama raised a man, I ain't need pops If they don't want to pay no homage, bitch we need props (bitch) Young nigga lane switching in that foreign I ain't nothin' like your nigga 'cause he broke and boring If I put that on gang, on gang, bitch we scoring Brodie bro up the Glock and got to shooting like he Jordan You ain't finna do shit, don't speak on shit Give a f*ck about your nigga, he don't be on shit I don't need no nigga, I don't need no bitch I'ma tell you what it is and I don't need no lip I would if I could, I can't speak on it That chain ain't him, ain't no D on it And this a tennis, not no row chain And brodie bro on probation using bro name Ay, throw it back, let me see something You ain't never left the hood, you ain't see nothing Real niggas just gon' shoot with less discussion Niggas still claim that block but don't be from it Said you on me, when you see me, better buss then Bought a Jag' the first time I ever touched ten Grimey nigga, ain't no bitch want to f*ck then Ring the bell, kick the do', then we rush in Really in the field, bitch we outside sliding Niggas said they really in the field, but they hiding Young fly nigga, shit I coulda been a pilot All I talk is cash, broke nigga stay silent Hop up out the Wraith, doors on that suicide shit I don't even want to f*ck your bitch, too much mileage You the type to walk the whole mall, never buy shit Pussy nigga thinking I'm a lick, come and try it Young nigga lane switching in that foreign I ain't nothin' like your nigga 'cause he broke and boring If I put that on gang, on gang, bitch we scoring Brodie bro up the Glock and got to shooting like he Jordan You ain't finna do shit, don't speak on shit Give a f*ck about your nigga, he don't be on shit I don't need no nigga, I don't need no bitch I'ma tell you what it is and I don't need no lip
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Written by: Chauncey A. Hollis, Jabbar Kingston Brown Jr., Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow Jr.
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