Текст Young Scooter – Hit Somethin
Текст:
Verse 1:
All I hang around is murderers
I’m still runnin with the robbers
These dope boys my partners
Squad shit cause I’ll have em sleepin in your closet
Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy
The niggas that I rock with, don’t give a fuck about shit
They hot 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 sticks, stay with the box and
I have em boxin,
That’s fantastic, the pager landed, I’m a 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 make him do the high jump
I’m countin money in my motherfuckin Long John
And I wish a nigga would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street nigga? You ain’t got no gun
You talking shit son, better get one
We ain’t shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin
Verse 2:
Lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song
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 ya’ll
Street lottery, that mean my money long
Still in poverty, with the jack boys
I got 223’s, I got max boy
Let the dope dry, get your sack boy
Free band game, and brick squad
Hook:
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I’m in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
I’m countin money in my motherfuckin Long John
And I wish a nigga would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street nigga? You ain’t got no gun
You talking shit son, better get one
We ain’t shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin
Альбом
Young Scooter – Free Bricks II
