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(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
Ayy, yeah, uh

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick

I tell 'em that talk cheap
Tell a bitch I don't talk freak
Every time I talk she get to tweetin', it's like talk tweet
She like nigga you lied to f*ck
Told her I just talk sweet
Gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother, he don't know we spark heat
I be chillin' I don't spark beef
Be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense
I got layers like the ozone
Gotta get past level one to get to level two
Trip, I pull the glick out
She asked me was I friendly
Got to the room I pull my dick out
And she dropped to my knees I got to thinkin' she got a big mouth
Said f*ck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up
And if she think about movin' then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
Know where we at just come and get us
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with us

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick

Told 'em I don't talk to pigs
I don't speak oink-oink
Caught 'em lackin' in the car
Knock 'em off point-point
Never thought my music be on TV this soon but I point choice
Bougie bitch, I ask her what car she wanna ride she point Royce
Sicko I keep a glick
Oh me, oh my
He try it then he gone die
No excuse, I wanna see 'em fly
If it's birds we gone get 'em by
My right hand man say how I told 'em to look at the sky
He said what nigga on a plane
Told 'em just stick to Mary Jane
I got rid of all my problems I ain't gotta deal with shit
If we leave his mama cryin' she just gotta deal with it
Sent a letter like you'll be okay
Tryna hit her, she be with Tae
And just because her ass fat don't mean I'll eat the cake

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick
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(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
Ayy, yeah, uh

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick

I tell 'em that talk cheap
Tell a bitch I don't talk freak
Every time I talk she get to tweetin', it's like talk tweet
She like nigga you lied to f*ck
Told her I just talk sweet
Gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother, he don't know we spark heat
I be chillin' I don't spark beef
Be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense
I got layers like the ozone
Gotta get past level one to get to level two
Trip, I pull the glick out
She asked me was I friendly
Got to the room I pull my dick out
And she dropped to my knees I got to thinkin' she got a big mouth
Said f*ck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up
And if she think about movin' then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
Know where we at just come and get us
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with us

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick

Told 'em I don't talk to pigs
I don't speak oink-oink
Caught 'em lackin' in the car
Knock 'em off point-point
Never thought my music be on TV this soon but I point choice
Bougie bitch, I ask her what car she wanna ride she point Royce
Sicko I keep a glick
Oh me, oh my
He try it then he gone die
No excuse, I wanna see 'em fly
If it's birds we gone get 'em by
My right hand man say how I told 'em to look at the sky
He said what nigga on a plane
Told 'em just stick to Mary Jane
I got rid of all my problems I ain't gotta deal with shit
If we leave his mama cryin' she just gotta deal with it
Sent a letter like you'll be okay
Tryna hit her, she be with Tae
And just because her ass fat don't mean I'll eat the cake

Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today
Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
Hop out I'ma park the whip
If they move we sparkin' it
Broski be so chill he catch a body, he a spark a spliff
I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talkin' shit
When we catch that nigga in person he be stutterin' get to talkin' quick
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Writer: Anthony Lesean Mosley, Krzysztof Nowakowski, Nau'jour Grainger
Copyright: Lyrics © NOW WE MAJOR PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC

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