Lyrics:
winning, bout time that I walk to the bank
It's cold on these streets so I'm stuck with my hitters I gotta stay safe, body guarding my kid
Working 24/7,
gotta go
Hitter blunt går slow
Better days, better dough
Sipper cold on the low
One day gotta go to the top, tjener opp ja jeg får ikke nok
Røyker mer så
and hitters
Aye, aye, huh
Huh
I'm in the chopper, them robbers and hitters
Me serving up boats, me trying to get richer
Aye, I'm in the chopper, them robbers
or better
Imma need a million or better
I got the trap house looking like shelter
I got some bitches in hear down for whatever
I got hitters and they gone
some real hitters with me and they gone shoot
Another fine girl another wahala
Got some real hitters with me and they gone shoot
Another fine girl
and gown (cap and gown)
It was fye, fye (what that mean?)
That mean she busted down (ugh)
Murder, murder ain't a issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters
it's summer, I got hitters in the suburbs (I got hitters)
You so pretty, nice to meet you, what's your number? (Nice to meet you)
I'll pop a pill,
(Yeah, I've got too many hitters)
(Wanna fuck with my hitters)
(Tryna earn their stripes for their clicker)
(Thank God for my 9 millimeter)
Hitters sind broke, das sind Backpacker (Backpacker)
Hundred thou' für die Chain on my Neck, Digga (yeah)
Bitch, ich ball' out now wie ein Ball-Player
hitters came in
They got chains, but they all tucked in
We got them things and we brought 'em all in
These niggas play dead when they hear we came in
Hitter
She dancing around my soul man she’s the devil
Light a fire to my beamer press the pedal
I been driving through the mind feel like forever
(They want me gone away)
I need me hitters
Yeah I love to brag 'bout the bag yeah I got it
I don't split the tab in the club yeah I got it
I don't do no
Down On The Flo Aye Man You Feel Me Man
Can I Hitter (yea), Den I Hitter (yea)
Den I Pass Ha To Ali N Den He Split Ha (yea)
Den I Pull Ha Hair,
bitch
Pleaseeee no no
Did you grow up wit them hitters from da trenches no no
Did you move a brick from New York to this city no no
Say he make a couple
active wouldn't be broke
That's why I only roll with
Heavy hitters
Suckers
Play with any niggas
But us
Young city don't sleep peep game lil sheep lil
Top golf, Top dog
My hitters they pop off, You mock
While I'm getting topped off, My rock's off
Get knock off, Y'all stink, Y'all stink
Go wash,
my hitter, my cous', my blood, my thug, my slime?
All of my opps, they pussy, they drill in the studio, nigga, they ain't outside, uh
Put the dope in
me and my dudes up to something, yeah
Cause me and my dudes up to something, yeah
It's me and my hitters and we get it popping
Run up in this spot,
You know I'm the man
I got nothing to prove
Do it for music and fans
My name is Triple B
I'm a hard boy hitter
You can come and see
This shit way too
Love the hit of when I'm poppin on the molly, yeah
Heavy hitter with the hard narcotic, yeah
When I'm tired, get me in the lines
Pill poppin know
He don't mess around boys
He just throws a mean fast ball
Tom Morgan is the angel, gets Nolan in second gear
Then he pitches four no-hitters in about
a massage in my room
I just went skiing with a bad bitch
I spent 20,000 on a jacket
I bought all the hitters some more ratchets
I just took a meeting
worry bout nothin'
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my nigga
show 'em they ain't useful now
They one-hitter quitters, skinny jean niggas
R&B singers, I'm a crocodile meat eater
I hate the way things are, I
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