Gucci Mane & Young Scooter - Hit Somethin | Текст песни

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• Gucci Mane & Young Scooter
• Hit Somethin

All I hang around is murderers
Still runnin with the robbers (still runnin with the jack boys)
Dope boys my patnas'
So you don't want these problems
Squash it cause I'll have you sleepin in your closet
Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy
The niggas that I rock with, don't give a fuck about shit
That hot shit, they got bricks but act like they ain't got shit
With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cocked it
Grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and
I have em boxin,
That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'm a do gymnastics
I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket

[Hook:]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina make it do the high jump
I'm countin money in my motherfuckin long johns
And I wish a nigga would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun
You talking shit son, better get one
We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin (head shots)


[Verse 2:]
Lookin at me crazy, wanna hit or somethin'
Fake rappin ass nigga, make a hit somethin'
Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or somethin'
Your bitch ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some
Cut the stove on, let the pot boil
I'm a hot boy, nigga fuck ya'll
Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall
Street lottery, that mean my money long
Still in poverty, with the jack boys
I got 223's, I got max boy
Let the dope dry, get your sack boy
Free band game, and brick squad

[Hook:]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
I'm countin money in my motherfuckin Long John
And I wish a nigga would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun
You talking shit son, better get one
We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin (head shots).

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