BBN Bosko, Ekusu Kyō - Hit Em

I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental
Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle
Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal
You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil
Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one
I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns
Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson
Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21
I don't really know who told
Write a diss I'm feeling bold
So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold
Say yo homies didn't fold
But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load
Way more than my Glock can hold
I told that nigga bitch please, cause if you shoot you'll miss me
I'll leave you like your swiss cheese, or redskin that's from DC
Put em on the TV; on the news, not Disney
Stick like Vick, yeah I'm moving Hella shifty
Makin niggas hit the ground; Dead, not tipsy
Leave him dead with no respect, unlike Nipsey
Leave a nigga with a limp, like Crip from 60
I'm only scared of whites, like they still might whip me
So push me, cause revenge is just like pussy
If you set a jump, that's the only way you'll whoop me
Y'all some little niggas, drop yo name you want a cookie?
Y'all some little niggas, call a piece of ass a tooshie
Five-O never caught me; When I moved- rocks
Search me for a weapon; I got 2- Glocks
RPD be scared, like I shoot-cops
Birds of a feather yet I move- flocks
I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental
Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle
Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal
You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil
Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one
I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns
Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson
Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21
Hit em wit a blick; Like Ray Lewis with the stick
BBN up on these niggas, I ain't fearing all em klikks
You some dick sucking niggas, I ain't fearing all you ticks
Intercepting all you bitches like I just got a pick 6
I don't really know who told
Write a diss I'm feeling bold
So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold
Say yo homies didn't fold
But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load
Way more than my Glock can hold
I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental
Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle
Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal
You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil
Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one
I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns
Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson
Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21

Written by:
Shawn Hosseini

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