Lyrics Hit or Miss (Freestyle) - Charisma feat. Marz Drippy

GDM Nigga
I Gotta move tact when I'm in the hood cuz I know da ops watching like Patek
Niggas can't stop the rain, my niggas put in pain
We put a bitch nigga on his neck
Ain't talking bout swiping but these niggas frauds, they only actin tough on the net
We leave em open when they got da rock, I swear them niggas was never a threat

Hold on, listen
We ain't the same I'm different
I'm getting loud so you hear that I'm gifted
I had to switch up the Cade no pistons
Look money keep talking, ya young to hearing I'm too grown
I needa keep mine in full Ion do loans
Drippy & me are the kings we need two thrones

Blowing up yea I hadda get 2 phones
We pull up take a piss on his tombstone
Doing drills I ain't talking 3-2 zone
Took his watch and that bitch was a two tone
Niggas know I'm the man with a plan
I'll slap a nigga is you stupid
Better pray that stick don't jam
Only hang around niggas that's ruthless

Gun on my hip they gon fear me now
Nah my presence enough
You gon respect just whatever i do
Whether hitting the stu or it's keeping tucked
But cuzzo is bringing that hitter quick
And we code name it Dame cuz the shit is just hit or miss (Bitch)
Caught em lacking we hit a lick
And they pop out & slicing a nigga no Hidden Mist

I call the Draco foreplay (Why) cuz my finger be itching to blow
I call the glock Kobe (Why) that nigga got hit in his fro
Opps down bad that's 4 in a row
Pull up to telly, 5 foreign hoes
Bitch getting horny, shorty tryna go
She only get litt, casamigos

Girls that I fuck with & niggas that im cool with
Shit not once are they playing my songs
But they would just smile in my face when we out at a place
And acting like none of its wrong
Well fuck you nigga it's nothing to say
I keep it calm but you chumps in the way
Only the times that you paying me mind
If I talk about shooting and driving a wraith
The fuck what you scale I ain't losing my weight

Bitch you better pipe down fore' we shoot up the place
Be missing the past
Like I'm diming her late
Cloud 9 taking 5 shots facing two eighths
Fuck seeing him tomorrow
Let's hop him today
Send em to the lord, send em to the gates
Ain't gon talk Ion conversate
How you on the timing but you coming late

Prayers for his dog, nigga running tact
He went for a walk, he ain't coming back
Sorry for your loss, shit is getting real
Women getting shot, niggas getting killed
I was taught a lot, I ain't never feel
I was told to get the bag I need the mill

All these niggas dying, leaving mommas crying
Niggas disappearing, David Copperfield
Bitches do the most just to cop a feel
Going back and forth, FIFA soccer field

Imma get the mask, Imma get the steel
Send him to his god, let em see the real
Imma hit the nigga, Imma hit em too
Now he getting hopped, fuck he gonna do
Where that nigga at saw him on his block
If the nigga dash, then he getting popped (Popped) (Popped)