Текст песни Hit - Sticcy Flournoy

Oh
Hit
I hit hit
I hit hit

Aye I'm feelin elevated smokin gas as i meditated
Oozin on all fuck whoever blood oaths only no affidavit

The game unstable had to regulate it
Decimate the ignorance and educate em
Cool calm and collected well respected and protected guess that's why they hate him

I Cut my old hoe off n got me 3 more that decision was good that's the best one
I got no time for that negative shit matter fact i dont even like electrons
Im oozin all outta my air 1's got sticks on sticks that's a spare gun
Exhalin this gas barely take life serious make the world look at me as a paragon
See Im jus tryna get my check long got a few trap spots that i gotta check on
Finger licking good bitches suck me like neck bones got weapons wit me
Jus in case a nigga step wrong
Opp too small lil nigga got stepped on came wit a 30 ima get my Steph on
Shootin for yo thoughts jus in case you got a vest on Sticcy
The kid get my wild wild west on
Im sour as kiwi thots clothes evaporate when dey see me

Thuggin too hard you cant put me on Tv
Flow out this world my cuzin name ET

Roamin the land plenty hoes on my peepee smoke like a indian inside a teepee
I hit her once now she is a frisbee i smoke gas and sip ooze til im dizzy

Im takin all bets on the dice right now cuz i kno im gon hit
Aint even gotta flirt wit that bitch that you talkin to there cuz i awready hit
Pulled up hangin out the sunroof flexin wit bands in the hand cuz a nigga jus hit
Bitch ass nigga let me find out you the muhfuckin reason that the hood got hit
Hit hit hit
Oh yea I jus hit
Hit hit hit
Bitch gon let me hit
Right hand in da air if u know you gon hit
No money gettin passed all licks gettin hit
Hit hit hit
Oh yea i jus hit

Car frog green motor go ribbit outlaw life we really live it
Snorkeling in the bread haters are livid groupies stay searchin for dick ima give it
Feelin like Will Smith i get jiggy flexin on my opps dis aint no biggy
H-Town i get for my city yea yea i get dine for my city
I was bein extra sellin dope doin uber eats wit a stick in da trunk
Man before anythang test my gangsta bitch and im punchin yo gums
New ginsu sharpened up penitentiary style i might puncture a lung
Hardheaded very poetic keep it copacetic bitch you kno where im from
Come off of it lil boy yall kno Homestead niggas gon rob
Kickdoor ima lay dine the whole squad now these stiff niggas no longer hard
I might beat him dine wit the hands of GOD flush lil homie ass out wit a time skip
Sharp as a double edge sword dick so far in a bitch head i made her mind flip

Im takin all bets on the dice right now cuz i kno im gon hit
Aint even gotta flirt wit that bitch that you talkin to there cuz i awready hit
Pulled up hangin out the sunroof flexin wit bands in the hand cuz a nigga jus hit
Bitch ass nigga let me find out you the muhfuckin reason that the hood got hit
Hit hit hit
Oh yea I jus hit
Hit hit hit
Bitch gon let me hit
Right hand in da air if you know you gon hit
No money gettin passed all licks gettin hit
Hit hit hit
Oh yea i jus hit