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lirik lagu hit bout it remix – btgbug

[intro]
yah, gang, big boy (brrt, brrt)
already know what the f*ck goin’ on, man? (yeah)
whole lotta bfsg sh*t (no cap)
(who the h*ll is—)
yeah, yeah, ayy, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
brrt, brrt

[verse]
we got shots in this vip, know you can’t get away (can’t get away)
pull up, opp walk it down in here, hit him with that drac’ (with that drac’)
five*five*six (yeah), .223s bullets gon’ split your face (split your face)
hundred three opps in my [?] (yeah), pull up, crank your head like a phase (like a phase)
can’t shoot up the vip (grrt), we spot a opp (grrt), then that boy get in chase (come here)
hundred sticks on the glizzy, like tay*k sh*t, he in race (race)
my b*tch, f*ck behind her (yeah), f*ck it, take him in a chase (chase)
so many poles up in this day, i can’t go down day
you can’t hang with the gang (yup)
my shooter, that b*tch knowless (knowless)
chopper hit him, break his bones
casket, you can’t see in face (can’t see in face)
smokin’ on your baby, smokin’ on wayne while i’m gettin’ ate (ah)
ain’t got no time to play (yeah), you make me mad, might shoot you in your face (in your face)
this n*gga tried to run (yeah), hit him up all in his back (yeah)
hop out, a glizzy aimin’ at his head, i’m tryna push sh*t back (yeah)
i’ma smack this sh*t out this lil’ ho, she talkin’ ’bout eat my cash (what the f*ck?)
i’m in this b*tch with my pole, you trip, you get smacked with this gat (with the gat)
this sh*t about sixty (uh), on [?], we could hit ’bout it (hit ’bout it)
we gon’ have to plan a funeral if you can’t beat ’bout it
yeah, we can hit ’bout it
n*gga, we can hit ’bout it
hop out with this chopper (yeah), this b*tch gon’ hit and f*ck up his body (brrt, brrt)
f*ck up his body
his head red just like lil yachty (yeah)
catch a opp, i show him down (yeah), these bullets hot just like it’s hockey (like it’s hockey)
n*gga, my [?] this b*tch gon’ hit just like a rocket (a rocket)
stick came with the r.i.ps (yeah), we wet him up just like tsunami (like tsunami)
i don’t trust no n*gga or no hoes, n*ggas really watchin’ (really watchin’)
i [?] ain’t comin’ back, can’t n0body find me (at all)
hop out with that chop (yeah), i need everything (everything)
hop out, opp sober before i buy a (haha) wedding ring (ayy, six)
know that chopper a thunderstorm, we pull up, we gon’ let it rain (let it rain)
i’m in this b*tch with bags, you play, i bang
don’t ask me what i bang (what i bang)
i’m on straight gas, n*gga, i want all the smoke
i told the driver, “stop the vip” (yeah), hop up and shots all in his throat (all in his throat)
[?] me keep your pole
greenlight gang, you know we don’t go home (ha)
run up in his crib, what’s up? (yeah) get close, welcome him to the four (to the four)
p*ssy*ass g, b*tch, is you gon’ f*ck, what’s up for all the bros? (for all the bros)
come past that line, up the pole*pole, huts all in your nose (your nose)
i’m tryna up the score, that n*gga scared just like he just seen a ghost (a ghost)
smoke a opp, then have a toast (have a toast)
n*gga chillin’ with that life, n*ggas tryna buy off [?]
up some shots and let it blow (boom)
rundown on his head (yeah), don’t make a move, i’ma take off your soul (take your soul)
bullets like a pool (yeah), catch a opp, that boy get in soaked (soaked)
clean a opp block down with this chop just like some [?]
i be jammed, police ask me questions, i say, “i don’t know” (i don’t know)
hit his ass, four*four, pinnochio, long nose (long nose)
tryna clap a n*gga up just like [?] off a [?]
catch a opp any moment (brrt, brrt)
hit that n*gga, get the pole (big pole)
b*tch who like a leech for a dog, walk him like a dog (like a dog)
walk a n*gga off, pull up shootin’ just like chris paul (chris paul)
just like i’m neffrey or some’ (what?)
b*tch, know i’m not hearin’ you (ain’t hearin’ you)
draco with two opps, n*gga, i ain’t fearin’ you (at all)
we just drop that wayne and that body and that gig (and that gig)
countin’ up my motherf*ckin’ cash now i [?] just like a candy (who the h*ll is—, like a candy)
i forgot lil’ daddy
we gon’ send sh*t up like addy (like a addy)
then leave his brain itchin’ like a alley (haha)
don’t get put on the [?], slide through on your side, now he deceased (deceased)
tell bro, “don’t play with me, he diss on fifty, now he feelin’ heat” (he feelin’ heat)
shots fired when we slide through (slide through)
homicide with that seven, murder scene, we slide through (no cap)
and we finna pull up and pull off just like a drive*thru (drive*thru)
that n*gga try to hide, i bet these 6.2’s gon’ find you (find you)

- btgbug

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