paroles de chanson HIT ME - Slowed - $atori Zoom , ssjishmael , 916Koneko

AV with that drip hoe
(Hit me)
Hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou– out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us, I'm fiending for some blood
And I'm over this
Running from coppas, choppas with .40 clips
I'm supposed to dip
Choppin' it up with mobstas and poker chips
Roll the dice but just know sacrifice and that I'm imposed to flip
Openly I'll be honorary the honored by obelisk
All the homies making bread, you really wanna toast to this?
Life been blurred since 2020, am I really focusing?
I've been up like super early, locked off doors keep opеning
All for me I feel like I am chosen, is anyonе even close to this?
Pop, lock it, drop it bitch
Empty out your bank
I just hit a fucking lick
And I'm sippin' on that drank
I might drown you in the ocean, nigga
I'm just being frank
And I'm smoking propane, I just got it from Hank
Whatchu' mean, she gone fuck with me
That bitch for the team
Sippin' lean
That bitch say I'm mean, I'm like, "Whatchu' mean"
You a fiend
Always make a scene, can't never come clean
I'm a king
Bitch it's team four, we coming for the ring (Let's go)
Hit- hit Hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou- out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us, I'm fiending for some blood
Got a bitch in the back that I'm packin'
I'm back in the pack and they callin' me captain
I'm stackin' 'em racks and I'm crackin' her back in
I'm rappin', you lackin', I'm smoking on cat piss
I just be fuckin' the track, hey
I don't be fuckin' with scat-play
You gotta talk with your mans, hey
That some shit he understands, hey
Best of every era
Never underestimate, I'm better
Wait, I'm with the chrome beretta
Told that boy, "It's like whatever"
Pugh
P-P-P-P-Pussy
Can't a muthafucka tell me what the fuck is cookin',
Uh huh
I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie, uh huh
You pussy, you muthafuckin' rookie
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Got the choppas on the block, up on the streets, woof
Who gone stop us, we get commas every week, woof
We stomp 'em off, big steppers Pradas on my feet, roof
My whole team dogs and we just broke off of the leash
Top don, upper echelon
Do not get involved
Calm down, FN on my arm
Do not run it off
Stand down
Who gon' set me off, bitch can't turn me off
Man down
Decompose to rot, bodies cross 'em off
Step in, reppin', lethal weapon
Call a reverend easily
Check in with the Smith & Wesson knock off heads so breezily
Set of the keys for me, I bet on the secrecy
Never know whose creepin'
And that's why I keep the heat on me
Young killa', do it for the skrilla
Big spender, posted in a villa]
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep