Hit Em

I'm a stone hitter I'ma fuck her quicker I hit it from the back yeah, I'm the short niqqa, pop hot bottles Them bitches wanna cuddle I hit em with the shovel Her mouth full of cum I'ma make her swallow I beat that pussy good till the bitches talking dirty I'm the only niqqa who can make her go thirty yeah haah Im a hot boy yeah Im a hot boy screeee Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I gotch your shorty breaking dancing on the down low Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got the barrel sounding crazy every time it hit the floor Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you cry Got my niggas on block Got them bitches on clock Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got my realist nigga We sipping on this liquor Digga I look into the mind and not the physical All ma niggas bout the grinding they all biblical They be passing all the knowledge trynna build me up Always wished the best wishing hella miracls Tried to stand up for the truth ended up up alone Solo, like mono Never minded being alone Seshin up the blizzy tryna numb the pain away 123 those ma dawgs who chose to stay Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I gotch your shorty breaking dancing on the down low Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got the barrel sounding crazy every time it hit the floor Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you cry Got my niggas on block Got them bitches on clock Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got my realist nigga We sipping on this liquor Digga Im sorry if I'm trying to some the money for myself, I just think y'all need some help, wearing Gucci on your neck Makayla on the phone, we just send each other text Then she call me on the phone, she just do this shit complex I just love my fucking people Even though the consequences everybody's is limited in a scary situation Use to listen to the Beatles In the house Stuart little Im a beast in south, got gorrilas with them needles Hit you with a scope You got bounty on your head He be trying to escape the rope Even though his fucking dead Man Its funny what I mentioned but I never caught body Thats the niggas now days they be saying a lot of outty Talking bout got money in reality you funny With a bunny you a gangster I need food for my tummy Got my wrist all bloody I ain't mother fucking petty had dog named ruddy he a gangster on the Sunday Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I gotch your shorty breaking dancing on the down low Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got the barrel sounding crazy every time it hit the floor Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you cry Got my niggas on block Got them bitches on clock Hit em with a (Wooh) Why you mad bro I got my realist nigga We sipping on this liquor Digga Oouhhhhhh yeah Hit em with the Oouhhhhhh ey ey Hit em with the Oouhhhhhh yeah Hit em with the Oouhhhhhh ey Yoooo!