Hit Em (feat. $tylist)

Baow
40 hit a nigga now he ain't talkin'
Pop two perc's now I'm moonwalkin'
Run up on an opp with a glock with a switch
Free brodie, I'm trappin' all night hittin' licks
His man's dead, in a song
Yeah, I need me my drugs I'm withdrawing
Imma fuck on this treesh get her gone
Break that bitch back now we fuckin till dawn
These niggas better get back (what)
GB, too tact that's a fact
GB, too sturdy on the track
Niggas want smoke y'all better sit back
GB, I'm too icy
Big drip on me like Fivi (like what)
See your bitch I think she like me
She like "GB you're too spicy damn"
GB, never lackin'
Spot an opp we gon send 'em packin'
GB, I'm from NYC (like what)
That's what I'm jacking (baow)
GB, coming through
Me and my niggas finna shake up the room
See an opp send 'em to the moon
Hop on a rocket yea we finna zoom
GB, I'm about that action
Two shots finna send 'em packing
Me and my niggas we never lacking
Trash ass Wi-Fi nigga be laggin'
GB and Stylist you know we don't play
These niggas better get out my way
GB and Stylist we are the dynamic duo like Curry and Klay (baow)
Yeah, me and GB
Y'all niggas better go get back
Totin this smith ' totin this glock
I'm finna knock his shit back
Roll up an opp in a blunt (yea)
Smokin' on gas yea it's runtz (yea)
Caught that boy up in traffic (yea)
I cannot wait to have fun
40 hit a nigga now he ain't talkin'
Pop two perc's now I'm moonwalkin'
Run up on an opp with a glock with a switch
Free brodie, I'm trappin all night hittin' licks
His man's dead, in a song
Yeah, I need me my drugs I'm withdrawing
Imma fuck on this treesh get her gone
Break that bitch back now we fuckin till dawn
Glttt baow