Ethan Peters Beats - Get Hit (feat. C-Brazy, T.Geronimo & KeeT xx)

Come step to my face, you gon' get hit, yeah
You don't get it
Man I can't wait till I get rich, yeah
Imma get lit
Imma spend a couple bands on a necklace, be reckless
I don't think you wanna test this, Imma pull up with the best bitch
Come step to my face, you gon' get hit, yeah
You don't get it
Man I can't wait till I get rich, yeah
Imma get lit
Imma spend a couple bands on a necklace, yeah
Be reckless
I don't think you wanna test this, Imma pull up with the best bitch, C-Brazy

Got my litaamo
Totin' that aapi
Put a hit on you, I'm catchin' a body
Got my litaamo
Totin' that aapi
Put a hit on you, I'm catchin' a body

Don't fuck with me I mean it
EPG the streets I run, be damned if I leave it
Your girlfriend hit my line, I'm the one that she seein'
Best better believe it
Got her in a kingsize presidential suite, shit
We tryna hit a lick, run up in your crib
Take everything, gold chain, gold ring, oh man, oh man
Roll up quick, in a all black van
No, we don't blast, we hop out
Don't need no weapons, just knockout

Lifestyle, flashy
Money so long, it's gon' last me
Ruger, 6 shots
That's how it gon' be if you test me
Pull up, traffic
That's how you live when you lavish
Bad bitch, big whip
Swerve in that bitch, I ain't done yet
All of these shots won't miss 'em, uh
Say that shit off the liquor, uh
My bro he pulled the trigga, uh
All of these bullets won't miss ya, uh
Put that bitch on a shirt, uh
Fuck it I put in that work, uh
Fuck it I came from the dirt, uh
Fuck it I came from the dirt, yeah

Come step to my face, you gon' get hit, yeah
You don't get it
Man I can't wait till I get rich, yeah
Imma get lit
Imma spend a couple bands on a necklace, be reckless
I don't think you wanna test this, Imma pull up with the best bitch, yeah

COVID, sick shit
I fuck that bitch cause she thick thick
And she said that I got a big dick
But I only fucked her with limp dick
And lately I been on my pimp shit
I ain't hittin' if she on that simp shit
Yeah she finna lick on my timbits
When she throw it back, yo I dig it
I just wanna right, but everybody be pointing me left
I told you I'm next
I don't just get it, I earn my respect
I'm making them cheques
Like I'm playing hockey, I'm making them cheques
And you're making less, don't get in my way unless you wanna get wrecked
Yeah I need a bag
Some liquor and weed and a car to be fast
You lived in the past, one of the reasons why we didn't last
I look back and laugh, yeah you had me trapped and I barely got out
Yeah I was sad
But you can't be mad 'bout the bitches I got now

Got my litaamo
Totin' that aapi
Put a hit on you, I'm catchin' a body
Got my litaamo
Totin' that aapi
Put a hit on you, I'm catchin' a body

Bandana, no thug life
Just Glooscap with a buck knife
Gonna hunt you down, you the buck, hoe
Fuck with me, that's a cutthroat
You know, they know, I'm not to be fucked with
When I make my move, you'll be shit out of luck bitch

Written by:
Carman Augustine, Darrell Milliea, Teagan Copage

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