Industry Hitta (feat. OGYungBaby)

If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent All about my dollar change 50 get him spent My blue print Black Carter HOV ain't want me on the ROC but I'm the hottest on the corner A to Z I rock J's hit em blunt 99 problems and this bitch another one Canada Dry I make that Ocean Spray 6 God but this Drake a make a devil pray Hotline Bling tootsie slide to your spleen Rock Trigga finger push a Milly with my Ting I ain't Ye keep my car dash with a black toulee Shootas CNN the dark ain't no calling cookie Kanye pushing Diet Coke, Omarosa Put him on the poles stick him to a Trump poster Cradle Lil baby and go bout my day I'm a sweetie with that ass Grab that weight and spray Da Baby kirkin' so I bopped him ain't no charges Rock a star baby gettin popped in the target NBA ain't want no smoke this a hot line He ain't outside today he had to FaceTime Told Durk you gon' cry now and cry later I ain't Dej, for dat loaf I annihilate you Eminem I hit you with the Nick Cannons Hammer out them cannons till you seeing phantoms Carry back his body but his head knotty Roast a rock, flip dat green, call it field hockey Da number one stunna make these niggas weezy Wayne's little but I fucked the game till she weepy Cashin out on niggas like I'm Birdman Took that cash money from Dwayne like Birdman Hit Nicki with that stick up, I'm seeing green Blicky make you sticky ima have to clean the Queen Them mills and meek pop her bread like a toaster This ain't Remy but I got some shots in the holster Remember this ain't serious I hit them with on line and make them feens delirious So we jack and kill so these streets can get slimmer Columbiana how it feel to be an industry hitta? Don't get em hit don't get em hit Don't get em hit don't get em hit Don't get em hit don't get em hit Hit em high Hit em low Hit em high Hit em low Hit em high Hit em low Don't get em hit don't get em hit Gucci ain't Gucci dropped his ass that's my face lift You gonna wake up in the sky I go ape shit White boy wasted 1017 shots Jamaica with the red dots for the blood clots Blacked out on Yak (Kodak) and put that mac on ya back Super gremlin with no pack I attack Tunnel vision I take you sack and I stack Fuck a smack nigga put that crack in ya back Put Thug in the snow and let that Gunna flow I ain't Charlamagne devil thoughts on the low 69 rat me out ima get the Swiss Soulja (Boy) wanna make it clap ima get the stick Kendrick killed my vibe sent him to the bottom line Bacon cuz he swine then we ate him with that nine Pushing P to Pusha T cream oozing Push Pusha for that white rock that's some good music It's a cold day, ima roll J On a power trip, drive by hit that spray Ain't Ciara nigga ima have to rustle Future Bitch we stick talk ain't no fucking Kama Sutra Boss Ross hit em with dat Criss Cross Heater bringing Maybach you gon' feel the fall Dreamin' nightmares bitch I make your skin crawl Got that ambition Wale on the wall sprawled Cardi, Bodak Yellow blacked out Meg a cry baby I'm the savage on the south Pop some P's in my Q I'm getting woozy Sticked up Lil Uzi now he claiming bad and boujee Blast dat Ace of Spades Nas hanging over Stop you mid-flight make you layover Nas stuck on memory lane? Shit I'm taking over Life's a bitch I got my juicy cat fucking for some Doja