Hit Stick

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Blitz a **** shit, hit stick tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after

I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up

Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em

Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer

Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper

It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'

Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we aint missin' nuttin'

By today I'm tryna have a fuck **** shitting blood

Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders

How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter

I get on a **** ass like Bebe Kids

Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib?

Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house

If a **** make it on my radar, I might as well start countin'

If that **** just like me, he tryna take your life

I'm a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I'm right

I'm a fucking heartbreaker, soul snatcher

It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard

Blitz a **** shit, hit stick, tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after

I get on a bih, nothing make me back up

Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em

Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer

Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper

It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'

**** play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang

Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo' age

**** get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious

Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, **** thought that he was baking

Even your mama know that you gone get a toe tag soon for fucking with me, boy

Should've stayed on the porch

Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a **** up

Smokin' with a swally joint

You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'

Lil' breh, it ain't no point

For the juvenile turned convicts, **** and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich

Blitz a **** shit, hit stick, tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after

I get on a bitch, nothing make me back up

Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em

Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer

Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper

It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'