Hit Songtext
von Kenny Mason
Hit Songtext
"You′re the plug?"
"I goddamn make folks goddamn you feel me?
Sign up for that shit, you feel me?"
"So who the plug?" (Indeed)
"My partner, bro"
"So what do you do? You the middleman, right?"
"Nah, I'm-, I like tell ′em to goddamn"
"Are you the middleman?"
"Yeah"
"Okay"
Hittin' the west end, quicker than Tekken
With an investment, I want that bag
Kinda like check-in
Finna keep textin' the plug like, "Check-in"
I want that cash
Hit him up desperately
I definitely had nothin′ to eat
My pride don′t really mean nothin' to me
Nigga, fuck what you think
I′ma juug everythin' I can (can)
And I might get a dog, no cap
And I might get my dawg a strap
And a Mike Vick pic autographed
And a mic to get off these raps
Think that money be changin′ my mood and shit
I be thinkin' ′bout what I'ma do with it
I be havin' them dreams about gettin′ it
I be havin′ nightmares about losin' it
(Hold on, bro, start over, one more time)
I be up in the air like I′m Superman
She the swoop, I'm not swoopin′ in
No, I'm not judging, you do what you do
And then do again what you was doin′ then
Hit me back up when you through with it
Fuck, man, this shit ain't go through again
This shit was 'posed to go through at ten, bro
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit
And it look like a few bands
What the fuck?
I ain′t never had cash
Now I′m up
Havin' this shit on smash
That′s what's up
Havin′ this shit on smash
That's what′s up
(Free)
"You already got an account?"
"Yeah"
"Nah, you gotta goddamn open that shit like"
"I already got an account"
"Oh, for real?"
And I can't believe this shit really real
I was just fucked up off of Dill
Now I'm walkin′ with the sack, bro, for real
And I used to have to scrape for a meal
Anythin′ a nigga ate had to steal
Niggas goin' from an L to an M (tight)
Runnin′ up a check
Runnin' numbers up, a hundred band
Comin′ in again really wanna get another hit
Doublin' the licks
Double hits up and dub a nigga clique
Double Dutch, yeah, we jump a nigga quit jumpin′ in it
Jumbalaya with the kick, lions in the den (free)
I got 'em buyin' into it
I know that it look like I just hit a lick
"So how much you get paid?"
"I get-, I get goddamn half of what he get, you feel me?"
"What he be gettin′?"
"Like six"
"Six-hundred?"
"Yeah, nah, six bands"
"Six bands?"
"Yeah"
"How much y-, you made three bands before?"
"Yeah"
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit
And it look like a few bands
What the fuck?
I ain′t never had cash
Now I'm up
Havin′ this shit on smash
That's what′s up
Havin' this shit on smash
That′s what's up (free)
"What you buy?"
"Goddamn, I just be splurgin' on shit, bro"
"I goddamn make folks goddamn you feel me?
Sign up for that shit, you feel me?"
"So who the plug?" (Indeed)
"My partner, bro"
"So what do you do? You the middleman, right?"
"Nah, I'm-, I like tell ′em to goddamn"
"Are you the middleman?"
"Yeah"
"Okay"
Hittin' the west end, quicker than Tekken
With an investment, I want that bag
Kinda like check-in
Finna keep textin' the plug like, "Check-in"
I want that cash
Hit him up desperately
I definitely had nothin′ to eat
My pride don′t really mean nothin' to me
Nigga, fuck what you think
I′ma juug everythin' I can (can)
And I might get a dog, no cap
And I might get my dawg a strap
And a Mike Vick pic autographed
And a mic to get off these raps
Think that money be changin′ my mood and shit
I be thinkin' ′bout what I'ma do with it
I be havin' them dreams about gettin′ it
I be havin′ nightmares about losin' it
(Hold on, bro, start over, one more time)
I be up in the air like I′m Superman
She the swoop, I'm not swoopin′ in
No, I'm not judging, you do what you do
And then do again what you was doin′ then
Hit me back up when you through with it
Fuck, man, this shit ain't go through again
This shit was 'posed to go through at ten, bro
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit
And it look like a few bands
What the fuck?
I ain′t never had cash
Now I′m up
Havin' this shit on smash
That′s what's up
Havin′ this shit on smash
That's what′s up
(Free)
"You already got an account?"
"Yeah"
"Nah, you gotta goddamn open that shit like"
"I already got an account"
"Oh, for real?"
And I can't believe this shit really real
I was just fucked up off of Dill
Now I'm walkin′ with the sack, bro, for real
And I used to have to scrape for a meal
Anythin′ a nigga ate had to steal
Niggas goin' from an L to an M (tight)
Runnin′ up a check
Runnin' numbers up, a hundred band
Comin′ in again really wanna get another hit
Doublin' the licks
Double hits up and dub a nigga clique
Double Dutch, yeah, we jump a nigga quit jumpin′ in it
Jumbalaya with the kick, lions in the den (free)
I got 'em buyin' into it
I know that it look like I just hit a lick
"So how much you get paid?"
"I get-, I get goddamn half of what he get, you feel me?"
"What he be gettin′?"
"Like six"
"Six-hundred?"
"Yeah, nah, six bands"
"Six bands?"
"Yeah"
"How much y-, you made three bands before?"
"Yeah"
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit, bro, we just hit
Oh shit
And it look like a few bands
What the fuck?
I ain′t never had cash
Now I'm up
Havin′ this shit on smash
That's what′s up
Havin' this shit on smash
That′s what's up (free)
"What you buy?"
"Goddamn, I just be splurgin' on shit, bro"
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