CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hit The Scene

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Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin’
We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness
Shootin’ at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his a** with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top

Only want big dollars, no a**ist, can't take no dimes (No dimes)
Know these b*t*hes love me, they get wet just from my rhymes (Wet, wet)
F**k me for my icy watch, lil' hoe, get off my top (Get off my top)
Been killin’ all these rappers, that’s just one too many crimes, uh
Slide in the space coupe, NASA, woah, ice on her neck on Alaska, froze
All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, woah
They wanna see me down (Down), lil’ b*t*h I won't go down (I can't)
Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I’m up right now
Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong
Can't chase me a b*t*h, I want funds, that sh*t too bad for my lungs
Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie, if they ain't got money they can't even book me
Y'all b*t*hes be blowin' not even that boujee, I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie
Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin'
We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness
Shootin' at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his a** with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top

Clutchin' my tool, I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a n***a lag out
All of that talkin', you showin' your a** now, hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now
Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty, countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce
Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it, my mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous
Steppin' to me, he must be on drugs, as soon as I see him, hit him with a slug
Don't f**k with no hoes, I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove
Whoop a n***a a**, he was talkin' too tough, up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a n***a stuck
You know I'm untouchable, I can't be touched, try to rob me, better try your luck
Glizzy got a beam and the b*t*h got a p*n*s, hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix
I'm out of this world, I'm livin' on Venus, I pour up the 4s, I love to be leanin'
Up the Glock on who? I'ma hit a n***a 4 times, Glock 23, leave a n***a with no mind
Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2 Chainz, shoot him in the back, leave him with no spine
How you gon' rob a robber? Burberry collar
Hollow tips hit a n***a, make a n***a holler
Condom on my d**k, baby, I don't need no toddler
You know I'm Jamaican, I'm hangin' with them shottas
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Rrrah, yeah, yeah
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