G.T.B ZI x G.T.B QUEZ - Hittin (feat. F.G.G VON)

GTB shit man FGG shit man you already know how we rockin

I ain't tryna talk i do this often i'm fresh then a bitch like i stepped out a coffin
Aint doing no drive by we walk right up on em dat internet talking talkin nigga
We won't condone it don't speak on dat shit if you know that you bout it i say to
Leave that shit dea in the streets bitch suckin my dick while i'm smackin her ass
I swea this bitch right here know she a freak i feel like a geek how hard i stay
Focused gotta think bout the future don't live in the moment this shit got me
Coughin it's the way that i rolled it you ain't gotta look to know that it's on me
i pray every night that i wake in the morning we strikin off rip ain't no time for
No warningd shells rain on yo block it feel like it's stormin only fuck on the
Bitch when a nigga get horny

I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin

They thought i wouldn't make it but now that i made it the look on they faces
I know it be down jit you a capper yo name should be bozo it's red on yo nose
Lil boy you a clown was tired was tired of being broke that shit was pathetic
Was mad at the world walking round with a frown book me for a show I'm
Rockin that bitch just me and my niggas showin out in yo town bands in my
Pocket but this ain't no drumline clientele backed up like the muhfuckin
Lunch line buddy out front he sniffin a damn line i love sayin damn that's my
Muhfuckin punchline rookie of the year i make shit look easy nice and slow
Like my name Ball Greezy you shoppin with clarence but you ain't with cheezy
Yo babydaddy mad he just wanna be me

I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin

Unc call my phone he say pull up them packs in be there in 20 me and Zi
Fina back in keep one in the head you know it ain't no lackin stars of the city
But it aint no actin come cop you a boat stop hatin no taxin we turn up the
Club go crazy we rappin no that ain't my kid but she calling me daddy
We pack em we send em just send me the addy sauce god never pay for the
Drip 40 glock bitch it stay on my hip road runnin bitch it's flip after flip
Take a flight bitch it's trip after trip can smoke out the pound but i smoke
Out the zip me and my niggas we mobbin we lit turnt up we the life of the
Party we drama free bitch we dont beef with nobody

I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin
I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin I'm hittin

Aye man stop playing man you know we hittin man it's a whole lotta GTB shit man FGG shit man
Whole lotta $hy shit too fly shit man stop playing yeah we coming for yall fuck boys man
Gone man im outta here man see yall later man

Written by:
F.G.G VON, G.T.B QUEZ, G.T.B ZI

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