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Chauncey Hollis, Jr. (born May 21, 1987), better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, and songwriter from Fontana, California. In May 2011, Hollis had signed a deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production wing, known as Very G.O.O.D. Beats and left the label after his contract expired in June 2013. In December 2012, it was revealed he had signed a recording contract with Interscope Records, and subsequently founded his own record label imprint, Hits Since '87. He is perhaps best known for his production catalog, which includes "Niggas in Paris" by Jay-Z and Kanye West, "Drop the World" by Lil Wayne and Eminem, and the GOOD Music single "Clique", all of which have been certified platinum or higher by the Recording Industry A… more »

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Yeah, motherfuckin' Sean Don
(Trapaddix, Trapaddix)

I'm on offense (yeah), I'm off the shits 
Came off the bench, now I'm startin' shit (now I'm startin' shit)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (swerve)
I can't jeopardize my life goin' hard on a bitch (uh-huh)

If I ain't puttin' up no points, ain't no point to this shit 
I'm really steppin' over shit that used to make me trip 
(I ain't trippin' on none of y'all lil' bitches, man)
OG on the beat (beat) OG Jordan 3's (woah)
When you the Don, you understand and you oversee it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
I don't give a f*ck about nobody tryna be it (be it)
I already been it (woah)
This shit get offensive (ooh)
Bought the new X today, it's already tinted (yeah)
Flyin' home to my bitch, I fucked the flight attendant (ooh), with no strings
'Cause I still got new problems with old things (mm-hmm, you done fucked up, son)
Bitch, you are not me
It took a lot to get what I got, this is not free (this is not free)
Wait for the drop, f*ck goin' pop, like niggas is not street (swerve)
I'm goin' Mach 3 (swerve), goin' Mach 4, keep the locked doors (swerve)
Bro got a play, I got a play, we swap those
Brodie got a bitch, I got a bitch, we swap hoes (you trippin')
I trust everyone around me, ain't no locked doors (mm-mm)
Long sleeve in a city full of potholes
G.O.A.T. conversations, you are not in those
View from the top, all you niggas missed your windows, lil' bitch

I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (shits)
Came off the bench, now I start shit (mm-hmm)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (swerve)
I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (uh-huh)

I'm on all tens (all tens), locked in
Popped tens and I got stripes like top tens (yeah)
Green light special, she on go when she hop in (come on)
Change my name to Simon, hoes do whatever I'm sayin' (whatever)
Yeah, go hard on a bitch
OG Jordan 1's, Chrome Heart on the tips
Why the f*ck they call it wave? We started this shit (facts)
Wake up doin' dope, vote for what? They all on my wrist
I'm all in the club, feet all on the couch (like Rick James)
Plug said that it's up, I'm runnin' my route (I'm comin')
Recruitin' like Kentucky, do one and I'm out
A junkie like my auntie, keep somethin' in my pot
New season Saint, but I'm not one (yeah)
They usually toss it, if you buy one (two)
Waves for the game, I'm gettin' Sean one
Pose a threat to us, just like Roddy, you might die young, nigga

I'm, I'm, I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (shits)
Came off the bench, now I start shit (mm-hmm)
Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (swerve) (I did)
I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (uh-huh)

I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks (dog)
Hunnid thousand to the bank, get all you can get (nah, for real)
'42 to the face, f*ck pourin' a fifth
Heard he slid, we got his plate, we scorin' again (bah, bah, bah)
Okay, I f*ck her an hour later, she borin' again (gotta leave)
I'm tourin' for twin (ooh)
Not Taz, the mirror eight, go foreign again (yeah)
Give 'em some to steer it (skrrt)
Can't even compare us (no), them niggas ain't near us
Five thou' for head, bitches been tryna get married
I ain't even takin' 'em serious, after I f*ck, bitch, leave
Three hunnid thousand in weed, another two hundred in lean
Reason I probably been sleep, Johnny just did me some teeth
Daddy keep tellin' me smile, mama been holdin' me down
I wish she gave me time, f*ck it, we finally can laugh (yeah)
Youngins been tryna get sav', honeys been tryna get back
Foes we tryna get back, free my niggas doin' that

I-I-I-I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch
I-I-I-I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks
For real, yeah, I'm who they look up to
When the bad bitches wanna hook up
I'm the one they wanna hook up too
To the max what I took it to

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