J Hooligan - Hittas (feat. Skitso69)

Yeah, yeah
Man you know what the fuck goin’ on
Skitso69 wimme
(What’s goin’ on?)
(Ayo, what they call you?)
J Hooligan
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We in the city runnin’ up on our own (Our own)
Can’t fuck with these bitches they all be some hoes (They some hoes)
Niggas be trippin’ they all be so lame (They all be lame)
Pulled out the stick, this shit ain’t a game (It ain’t a game)
Pulled out the stick and aimed at these niggas (Aimed it)
Me and my brothers you know we some hittas (We some hittas)
Pussy ass niggas, never wanna hit (They don’t)
Come to find out you really is a bitch (Is a bitch)
Gotta .9 on me in the backpack (Yeah)
Pull up where I want better step back (Go)
Shake a nigga down, where the racks at? (Woo)
Rolex on, I’ma take that (Cop)
Set a nigga up, yeah, we had to do him dirty
Call a nigga Curry ‘cause I shoot about a 30
M-16 with the drum on it (Drum on it)
I don’t have to talk ‘cause I been on it (Been on it)
Pull in your car ‘cause I know that you soft
Bangin’ on niggas, y’all tickin’ me off
Get out my face ‘cause I’m really a monster
Fled from Jamaica, I’m really a rasta
Killin’ off rats ‘cause you niggas imposters
My circle small, we really some shottas
I’ma call J, that boy a Hooligan
Call up security they be like you again
We in the city runnin’ up on our own (Our own)
Can’t fuck with these bitches they all be some hoes (They some hoes)
Niggas be trippin’ they all be so lame (They all be lame)
Pulled out the stick, this shit ain’t a game (It ain’t a game)
Pulled out the stick and aimed at these niggas (Aimed it)
Me and my brothers you know we some hittas (We some hittas)
Pussy ass niggas, never wanna hit (They don’t)
Come to find out you really is a bitch (Is a bitch)
Really is a bitch, you turned into a snitch (6ix9ine)
You say you down but act like a bitch (You a bitch)
How you gone try and do this shit to us? (Why you do it?)
You know where we from just know we gone buss (We gone buss)
You done grown up, knew each other as kids (We did)
How you gone do this, I thought you was down? (Thought you was down)
All I’m sayin’ is watch your back ‘cause folks out here ain’t makin’ no sound (We silent)
We in the city runnin’ up on our own (Our own)
Can’t fuck with these bitches they all be some hoes (They some hoes)
Niggas be trippin’ they all be so lame (They all be lame)
Pulled out the stick, this shit ain’t a game (It ain’t a game)
Pulled out the stick and aimed at these niggas (Aimed it)
Me and my brothers you know we some hittas (We some hittas)
Pussy ass niggas, never wanna hit (They don’t)
Come to find out you really is a bitch (Is a bitch)
Yeah, that shit that you talk is irrelevant (Ha)
I know that you fake ‘cause of evidence (Yeah)
You left the whole team to starve, you set ‘em apart, you sayin’ you heaven sent (Damn)
That should of drew down if you asked me (Ha)
This real nigga shit, what you can’t be (Woah)
I ride for mine, that’s the bottom line
Put my hood on, you can ask about me (Yeah)
Couldn’t see the snakes, cut the grass now
Double back and spent the cash now (Go)
Paid dues to the big homie
Told me watch these niggas ‘cause they all phony (Check)
All we wanted was to eat good
Give back to the neighborhood (Yeah)
Checkin’ in ‘cause I know I should
Go anywhere ‘cause I know I’m good
We in the city runnin’ up on our own (Our own)
Can’t fuck with these bitches they all be some hoes (They some hoes)
Niggas be trippin’ they all be so lame (They all be lame)
Pulled out the stick, this shit ain’t a game (It ain’t a game)
Pulled out the stick and aimed at these niggas (Aimed it)
Me and my brothers you know we some hittas (We some hittas)
Pussy ass niggas, never wanna hit (They don’t)
Come to find out you really is a bitch (Is a bitch)
Yeah, everybody know, everybody know (They all know)
Don’t fuck with us that’s all you gotta know (Fuck with us)
I might be Asian but Atlanta born and raised
Livin’ in the hood, run from 12, gettin’ tased (Always)
I love my life and the shit that I do (I do)
Got knowledge from old heads for somethin’ to use (From the old heads)
Smokin’ all this reefer that’s all I do
Tote that iron I got that shit too (Fye)
Been livin’ this life since my brother died (He passed)
I shouldn’t be doin’ this but my brother had died
I needed a way to run away (Run away)
From the pain and sufferin’ I’m feelin’ everyday (Always feel it)
Just hope to see my brother again (I hope I do)
‘Cause without him I can never ever live again
I hate how these niggas be tryin’ us up
If it really came to it, would you up the Glock up?
We in the city runnin’ up on our own (Our own)
Can’t fuck with these bitches they all be some hoes (They some hoes)
Niggas be trippin’ they all be so lame (They all be lame)
Pulled out the stick, this shit ain’t a game (It ain’t a game)
Pulled out the stick and aimed at these niggas (Aimed it)
Me and my brothers you know we some hittas (We some hittas)
Pussy ass niggas, never wanna hit (They don’t)
Come to find out you really is a bitch (Is a bitch)

Written by:
Anthony Denegal, Jefferson Sre

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