Erik the Terror - Hit It

You let me hit
But you already know
I don't care bout your feelings
Shorty we fucking no other extensions
Ain't no going back and forth
Baby no tennis
Wow wow
You let me hit but you already know
I don't care about your feelings
Shorty we fucking no other extensions
Ain't no going back and forth
This ain't tennis
Cause you won't admit it
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
She know I like balder than Krillin
Stay on my pivot
Pray for them digits
You let me hit it so why are you tripping
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You let me hit it so why are you tripping?
I'm still getting women
33 Year olds all in my mentions
Want to lock up the D Scottie Pippen
Got a cougar she flying from Memphis
Girl you playing You lying you tripping
Smoking wax getting high as a blimp
Haven't really got high in a minute
We just did a drive by in the rental
You not my bitch ima give you to Vick
& you not my dawg drop em off at the pound
In my 93 Honda I stayed with a pound
Go hit up Jordan my Brudda can vouch
Drench on a bitch made that lil bitty drown
Pull out a fit make that lul nigga frown
Falling in love with her how does that sound
Painting her face now she looks like a clown
I had a bitch that was hurting me
I know my worth now I'm getting currency
Baby I know you miss jerking me
Get out your feelings
Cause you don't get none of me
You let me hit but you already know
I don't care about your feelings
Shorty we fucking no other extensions
Ain't no going back and forth
This ain't tennis
Cause you won't admit it
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
She know I like balder than Krillin
Stay on my pivot
Pray for them digits
You let me hit it so why are you tripping
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You let me hit it so why are you tripping?
I just fucked a bitch
And I didn't get no digits
We met off snap
You know terror not missing
Slid on yo mama she all in my mentions
We met off the book and she never be tripping
Don't pay attention to these little niggas
Big Jared just put Terror onto some jiggas
Slaying these hoes man I kill with precision
She gonna spill all the tea call her Lipton
All in the paint and I'm dunking like Timmy
These bitches turning
These bitches be fibbing
She wearing pink
It reminds of Wanda
I'm sipping patron and cosmos with Ayonna
You buying that lil bitch some Prada
I could do the same but that pussy ain't private
Oooooouh
Getting this D is like profit
Give me some top
Then debate if we rocking
Oooooouh
Kayla you tripping
You let me hit it
I already told you I don't catch feelings
I don't be cappin I'm still a villain
Stopped her from sucking
That shit wasn't hitting
You let me hit but you already know
I don't care about your feelings
Shorty we fucking no other extensions
Ain't no going back and forth
This ain't tennis
Cause you won't admit it
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
She know I like balder than Krillin
Stay on my pivot
Pray for them digits
You let me hit it so why are you tripping
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You in your feelings
Get out your feelings
You let me hit it so why are you tripping

Written by:
Erik Autry

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