Liam Twelvy - Hitta

(Avosam he a G like dat)
Yeah (yeah)
Breathe this shit, breathe this shit (gas)
Yeah (got us got us got us, more risk more risk)
Pullin' no brakes on God, pulling no brakes, pulling no brakes on God
Pullin' no brakes (huh huh)
Pullin' no brakes on God (huh) pulling no brakes (yeah)
Pullin' no brakes pulling no brakes, pulling no brakes
Time for no play (play) trip and you hit an array (ray)
Don't even care what you say (say)
Keeping my feelings at bay (let's go)
My nigga my demons at play (play)
Now I'm gonna do it my way (my way)
Wrecking and shaking today the feeling is great, I'm doing ok
It's Twelvy, no time to dis-arm me, rob 12 and it's empty
Kingdom, envy, breaking his arm
I'm here unleashing this shit, fucking his bitch
Deep in this shit, maybe she'll quit
I don't care what it is
Playing with herself she making it quick
And so I don't give a fuck what it is
Or maybe jus' maybe I'm facing my fears I'm showing
I'm glowing I'm making It clear
What's up with the rear it's there in my glare
No, there was a wall
There is a war that you wanna declare bitch, terrible lair
Appear in here, fairyble lair (huh, go)
(Fairyable fairyable fairyable)
You wilding, jus' wilding in this bitch
Yoh (in my re) in my recent I am seated
Right where you are in the block (the block)
Prepare I'm bringing the smoke (go)
Told you this niggas' no joke (let's get it)
I swear I'm here to co-steer
I'm sorry my dear I made it so clear (made it)
Been back to back with the snare
I'm loving and loving the clear in the rear (yeah)
Now we deserving, arable muscle
I'm raging and ranting and shouting bout' nothing
Tossing and posing (tossing and posing) might get a concussion
Thought you forgot, joining the dots prepare where you are
It's getting bizarre wanna say a little prayer
No dropping a tear here's no bitching in here (no)
There is no preaching in here (no)
I ain't no pretending in here (no)
Who is the real pioneer (whoa) nigga you gonna disappear (yeah)
Healing and real in this shit prepare this shit I devour this shit
Chasing no bitch, bitches know why the niggas be lit
As a matter of fact is we never compete
Simple design other niggas be weak so stop, others be larking
We chasing the guap and we getting enough
So we bleed in the trap, bitch, bleed in the trap
Seeming enough I've been tapping his bitch
Good lord, good lord, nigga don't, don't stop, huh, gliz up, get it now, get in, go

Written by:
Joel Muyonga

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