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Gucci Mane & Young Scooter - Hit Somethin Lyrics

Gucci Mane & Young Scooter – Hit Somethin Lyrics

All I hang around is murderers
I’m still ran em with the rarri
Those boys my partners
So you don’t want these problems

Squad shit cause I’ll have em slippin thorugh your closet
Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a fuck shit
The niggas that I rock with, don’t give a fuck about shit
They hight shit, they got bricks but act like they ain’t got shit
With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cock it
Grab them chop stick, stay with the box and
I have em boxin,
That’s fantastic, the pager landed, I’ma do gymnastics
I’m nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket

[Hook]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I’m in the kitchen tryina do the high jump
I’m count money in my motherfuckin linger
And I wish a nigga would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
Now you a street nigga, he ain’t got no gun
You talking shit son, better get some
When we shoot in the air, we tryina hit somethin

Lookin at me crazy, wanna hit some
Fake rappin ass nigga, make her hit some
Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some
Your bitch ain’t got no red bottoms, go and get her some
Cut the stove on, let the pot boil
I’m a hot boy, nigga fuck y’all
Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall
Street lottery, that mean my money long
Still in poverty, with the jack boys
I got 223, I got max boy
Let the dope dry, get your sack boy
Free bag game, and brick squad