Lyrics Quality Control – Hit
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808 mafia
Zone six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Ak, Sks 357 I know you don’t wanna play
Good dope in my trap
We hit it one time and we gon’ lock up your rib cage (bitch)
Beat a nigga clean round page
Black gloves when I grip the cage (yea, yea, yea)
You hear them gun shots?
They go off like everyday
Be your bitch texts hit em’ like Marvin gaye
Six inside minute made
Beat on my chest like I’m Willy b (Beat on my chest like I’m Willy b)
These niggas my lil mini me
Take your bitch out to eat we go to busy bee (come here)
Shit bad he got a stomach disease
What you say? I cannot hear you
God keep me company so I don’t fear you (god)
I got that antidote I will not cure you
Balenciaga bubble jacket is cold
He a lil rat all ready stiffed up his nose
Cole promised we gon’ shoot up with poes
You get to feed next me you gon get frow
I flew to Egypt and flew back with gold (John wick)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
I don’t post guns on Instagram (no)
Stupid nigga that’s how you get jammed (dummy)
I’m not tryn’ go back to the slam (slamer)
Cocking back and shoot to my fam
All this water you should build a dam (Water)
Texting pi’ons like I’m uncle Sam (pi’ons)
Pull up in leather shit hit (Shit hit)
Perfect and I would not miss
I do not go for the diss
Start a caravan and handle my business bitch
Big bag on belly look like I’m Santa Clause
You was talking shit
Add your name to the hit list
Everybody wanna fuck with a gang cause they need the protection (gang)
You rich niggas stand in my section
Generation Glock my weapon
If the bullet miss you that’s your blessing
I though youngs griping smithing westing
This a million dollar lick (Lick)
You better take every break
A thousand bag leave a stench
Rock rollies in my fence
Send a pack to Prison yards
I know some inmates fucking guards (smash)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Album
City Girls – Control The Streets, Vol. 2
