Might Get a Hit (feat. J.E.R.K. & Scrapp)

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Lil Bunn

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Yea yea yea
Haha Bunn
Yes sir
I want it all, yeah yeah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
A safe full of gold, everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
Freaky chicks an they hittin' they tricks, an maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all, yeaaah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
Safe full of gold, an everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
A few freaky chicks, hittin' they tricks, maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
Yeah I want it all,
The money, bread, clothes too
The whip, the juice and everything else I expected to come when supposed too
Feelin' greedy like the Cookie Monster, eating straight out the box
Hop Scotch, stepped up my levels while fam awaiting my music too drop
Cause I been dreaming bout everything, music fulfilling my destiny
Fillin' my heart with this energy, hearts what amended me
Need me a Mustang with power, so I drive out my enemies
Hittin' the nitro, open like sesame
Look out the racks, competitor's ain't next to me
Buildin' my team, I'm buildin' my chemistry
Up in the game and got too much empathy
Yea, I got the waves, is you feelin' the drip
I got the bottle you wantin' to sip
Cause I got the cruise, you wantin' a trip
An I got some rhymes, you willin' to spit
I roll wit people who stayin' legit
Cause I remember back, I was left in a pit
An that I'm so cold, I'm floodin' my wrist
And now that I'm in, they hopin' I miss
I want it all, yeah yeah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
A safe full of gold, everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
Freaky chicks an they hittin' they tricks, an maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all, yeaaah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
Safe full of gold, an everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
A few freaky chicks, hittin' they tricks, maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all,
The money, the cars, the clothes, shoes the hoes too
I'm tryna lock this game up
If you get in my way, you can get flamed punk
My nephew J.E.R.K. he got the banger tucked
Step to me and it get dangerous, like Private Pile going psycho
My hands gripped tight to this rifle
Sparks flyin' like a light show
Yellin' out thru a cloud of smoke
That this is my rifle, and this is my gun
Aye, this ain't for play, and this shit ain't that fun
But you know I gotta do it dogg, rollin' with this gun
Strapped up to the fullest, bitch I'll pull it
Bust some bullets at cha neck, and I say this with disrespect
Should of known by now, that this nigga Bunn legit
And I ain't fuckin' wit you bitch ass niggas I'm on my shit
I want it all
I want it all, yeah yeah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
A safe full of gold, everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
Freaky chicks an they hittin' they tricks, an maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all, yeaaah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
Safe full of gold, an everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
A few freaky chicks, hittin' they tricks, maybe I'm lucky I Might Get A Hit
I want it all,
Gotta give it all till the death of me, no real niggas left but me
Come at me then it's death in 3's
See me tryna cop please, I ain't tryna hear tho
All I wanna do is get that money, and see that money flow
Make sure that my family good
Keep my kids up out the hood
Make sure that they get that jumpstart, and make sure that they livin' good
Hate on me then it's all up, I'll make sure I keep that Jimmy tucked
I ain't scared to lift that 9 up, that 9 chop em, tummy tucked
That Springfield lite em up, that Sig ate em up
And just incase he get outta line, my long rifle I'll straighten him up
I ain't wit all that flashy shit
I'm the type to keep a classic bitch
And bets believe when shit pop off, she right next to me smackin' shit
I want it all
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
Safe full of gold, everything cold and everything glows
Convertible whips, vacation trips, some blazin' kicks, my own bag of chips
A few feaky chicks, they keep hittin' they tricks, and maybe I'm lucky
I Might Get A Hit

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