Hit It

You let me hit But you already know I don't care bout your feelings Shorty we fucking no other extensions Ain't no going back and forth Baby no tennis Wow wow You let me hit but you already know I don't care about your feelings Shorty we fucking no other extensions Ain't no going back and forth This ain't tennis Cause you won't admit it You in your feelings Get out your feelings She know I like balder than Krillin Stay on my pivot Pray for them digits You let me hit it so why are you tripping You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You let me hit it so why are you tripping? I'm still getting women 33 Year olds all in my mentions Want to lock up the D Scottie Pippen Got a cougar she flying from Memphis Girl you playing You lying you tripping Smoking wax getting high as a blimp Haven't really got high in a minute We just did a drive by in the rental You not my bitch ima give you to Vick & you not my dawg drop em off at the pound In my 93 Honda I stayed with a pound Go hit up Jordan my Brudda can vouch Drench on a bitch made that lil bitty drown Pull out a fit make that lul nigga frown Falling in love with her how does that sound Painting her face now she looks like a clown I had a bitch that was hurting me I know my worth now I'm getting currency Baby I know you miss jerking me Get out your feelings Cause you don't get none of me You let me hit but you already know I don't care about your feelings Shorty we fucking no other extensions Ain't no going back and forth This ain't tennis Cause you won't admit it You in your feelings Get out your feelings She know I like balder than Krillin Stay on my pivot Pray for them digits You let me hit it so why are you tripping You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You let me hit it so why are you tripping? I just fucked a bitch And I didn't get no digits We met off snap You know terror not missing Slid on yo mama she all in my mentions We met off the book and she never be tripping Don't pay attention to these little niggas Big Jared just put Terror onto some jiggas Slaying these hoes man I kill with precision She gonna spill all the tea call her Lipton All in the paint and I'm dunking like Timmy These bitches turning These bitches be fibbing She wearing pink It reminds of Wanda I'm sipping patron and cosmos with Ayonna You buying that lil bitch some Prada I could do the same but that pussy ain't private Oooooouh Getting this D is like profit Give me some top Then debate if we rocking Oooooouh Kayla you tripping You let me hit it I already told you I don't catch feelings I don't be cappin I'm still a villain Stopped her from sucking That shit wasn't hitting You let me hit but you already know I don't care about your feelings Shorty we fucking no other extensions Ain't no going back and forth This ain't tennis Cause you won't admit it You in your feelings Get out your feelings She know I like balder than Krillin Stay on my pivot Pray for them digits You let me hit it so why are you tripping You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You in your feelings Get out your feelings You let me hit it so why are you tripping