Lyrics:
I got that auxiliary
And my artillery
Hittin hard and heavy
So I'm hype for the night
Yeah I am fashionably late
But I feel like an eight
Got my drip
On the dick, on the dick
We been standing all night
And hittin licks nigga
Everybody still vibing
Shit Is lit, shit Is lit
And Ill throw a whole
Band on a bitch
Like a Shotgun
nothing to loose
I was younger
with a quick fuse
Tired of waiting
for my number
take me doctor
I will come through
Hittin’ like
Bring them bottles to my section
VIP you know we extra
Flexin
Yea
We up in this bitch
Nigga throw that
Diamonds on his wrist
Dassa Rolex
Hittin
the dollas, yeah
We ballin', yeah We ballin', yeah
Kobe', you know how we ball, yeah Shootas we hittin' the shots
Know it's just me and the squad yeah Kobe',
listenin' what
God say Fingertip itchin' I bet we hittin
Off the parlay Pulling more numbers that's calculated
Off the arcade, human I really thought I could
Culture made a hit, boy Ayy, run that shit up, Chase
Movin' that shit real fast, Not slow Hittin' yo bitch and I pass ha, bro Flippin' tha switch,
She hittin my line, I don't wanna answer it
She just like her sign the shordy is cancerous
Won't leave me alone so I'm on the run
I'm in my zone, so
gonna crank it up and get you singing along
Hey, hey (Hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl I'm diggin' on hittin' on you tonight
It ain't maybe, it's open
a-duckin' red-hot iron
I been a-havin' some hard travelin'Lord
I been hittin' some hard harvestin'
I thought you knowed;
I been hittin' some rough
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscin' on them good times
I'm turning off of real life, drivin', that's right
I'm hittin' easy street
favorite song
I'm gonna crank it on up and get you singing along
Hey, hey (hey, hey)
Alright (alright)
Girl I'm diggin' on hittin' on you tonight
It
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually, booty good as fuck
Take that off, take that
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually, booty good as f***
Take that off, take that
Always when I'm workin'
That money I be splurgin' like Turbo
Uh, go, fuckin' that ho on campus
Hittin' her in between classes
Nuttin' all over her
(New-new-new sound system-system and it's hitin')
(New sound system-system and it's hitin')
New sound system, sound system and it's hittin' (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My lil' niggas hittin' shit like Top Golf
Flunky in the way, we want the top boss
What an opp cost?
Need him knocked off
Hittin' them switches
Bumpin' that down, front, back, side to side
We ain't got bad
Hittin' them switches
Bumpin' that down, front, back, side to side
Ah-ooh, this life
Ah-ooh, this life
Ah-ooh, this life
Hittin' back so hard
I loved your explanation
I loved the way you spoke
I loved our
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin
glitches
Children of the matrix be hittin' them car switches
Seen some Virgin Virgos hanging out with Venus bitches
Started with a rhyme from old ancient
that I've ever felt so alone
This empty house, is really hittin home tonight
All my friends say
I must carry on
But it's a hell of a load
To carry
Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks, get this
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