Lilgrinch & Lil Ricey - Hit Me Back

We on that twenty-eighteen wave today, uh
Ayy, ya dig, ayy
Purps on the beat
When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in
But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big
And now I'm getting money while her last man's pockets thin
So I think, shorty, now you better off with him
Now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up
Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup
Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump
Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type S, the Acura
(Uh) But I'm still driving fast, got one-fifty on the dash, and got your girl on my lap
Want her back, she's so bad, got Chrome Hearts on the tag
She so bad, she so bad, no, you can't have her back, no
Got a .40 that'll do him if he talkin', uh (Yeah)
I won't hesitate, I just pop him, uh (Yeah)
I can't take that girl, she always talkin', uh (Yeah)
But I don't really care 'cause I got options, yeah
When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in
But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big
And now I'm getting money while her last man's pockets thin
So I think shorty, now you better off with him
Now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up
Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup
Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump
Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type S, the Acura
Rollin' Loud, so she pour me a four
And we got the money, and we need some more
I keep making money, no stoppin' my flow
And I got the lyrics, so I'ma keep goin' (Uh)
Yeah, I'ma keep goin'
And no one'll stop me, the .40'll do 'em
Uh, the .40'll do 'em, uh, yeah, my girl'll shoot 'em
Yeah, I know she got my back, and you best know she gettin' racks
She's my addiction, every day, I'm trippin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fiendin' for more love from her, I'm fiendin' for attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I know I'll have an overdose if she goes missing (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, she came in like a hurricane
She say that she ain't playin' along, I'm still tryna figure out the games (Uh-huh)
Maybe there ain't no games to play, in the first place (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Maybe she a real one, we gon' see
And me? I'm real as can be
I want heat your hear out, figuratively (Uh-huh)
I've been feelin' different since you been away from me (Yeah)
I'm tempted to get too high
When that girl finally hit me back, I thought I would get in
But the only reason she hit me back is 'cause I'm getting big
And now I'm getting money while her last man's pockets thin
So I think shorty, now you better off with him
Now I'm getting money, and she sees that I'm coming up
Came from soaked cigarettes, now it's muddy all up in my cup
Running up too fast, yeah, I feel like I'm Forrest Gump
Ninety-three, the gas pump, Type S, the Acura
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, uh-huh-oh

Written by:
Matthew DiTizio

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