Hit-Boy

Freed the bitch, keep the stick

Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy

Thirty stick, fifty stick

Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy

Nigga, who is you, ayy?

Family, not a group, ayy

Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy

Still with the shit, and I barely miss

And if this rap shit don't work

Then it's back to hittin' licks

Bitch, I stay with it, every day with it

I'm a side nigga, I be main hitting

My bro fucked my bitch, but I ain't tripping

We hit all these hoes, we don't claim bitches (Nope)

Throwin' C's up (Gang)

But I ain't cripping (Gang)

You's a bitch, you's a pussy, nigga, same difference

Foreign lane changin' (Gang)

Hellcat lane switching (Skrrt)

Waitin' for that mil' like it's Thanksgiving

You can't name a beat that I ain't ripping (Nope)

'96 Bulls, but I ain't Pippen (Jordan)

We got big choppers, y'all got little Glocks

Y'all some lil' niggas, bitch, we play different (Nerd)

VVS diamonds, all my chains hitting

You can't name a whip that this chop ain't flipping

Actin' like you pimpin', nigga, you be simping

Ten bands or better, or I don't wanna kick it, bitch

Freed the bitch, keep the stick

Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy

Thirty stick, fifty stick

Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy

Nigga, who is you, ayy?

Family, not a group, ayy

Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy

Still with the shit, and I barely miss

And if this rap shit don't work

Then it's back to hittin' licks

Coke white buffs, these hoes fresher than a ninth grader

Feel like Maino when I'm in my city, I'm like, Hi, hater

And I been cheatin' on my forty, me and nine laid up

Nina put the opps in the bed that y'all mind made of

Bitch, and all my niggas demons, still hope God save us

We got guns big as Godzilla, get your block ate up

And we gon' have to shoot it out if them cops raid us

Always talking about what you spent, what you got saved up?

Did a fuck if we did it, y'all better not blame us

I remain the same through this shit, how can y'all change up?

Bro getting cussed out by his bitch

I hope dawg hang up

If we go down, then that's that

Won't let the law break us

I can make a faithful bitch cheat off the whistle

I just wanna ball, I ain't picking up my dribble

Touch down in your city, all I need me is a pistol

Thinkin' you take what's mine

Nigga must be off the crystal, bitch

Freed the bitch, keep the stick

Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy

Thirty stick, fifty stick

Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy

Nigga, who is you, ayy?

Family, not a group, ayy

Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy

Still with the shit, and I barely miss

And if this rap shit don't work

Then it's back to hittin' licks