hit somethin lyrics – young scooter

[verse 1:]
all i hang around is murderers
i’m still runnin with the robbers
these dope boys my partners
so you don’t want these problems
squad sh*t cause i’ll have em sleepin in your closet
take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy
the n*gg*s that i rock with, don’t give a f*ck about
sh*t
they hot sh*t, they got bricks but act like they ain’t
got sh*t
with the logic, no need to c*ck it, cause i done c*ck
it
grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and
i have em boxin,
that’s fantastic, the pager landed, i’m a do gymnastics
i’m nasty, i shoot you in your face then close your
casket

[hook:]
i got a firearm, cook the stove on
i’m in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
i’m countin money in my motherf*ckin long john
and i wish a n*gg* would steal my ball
get the shotgun, get the chop son
how you a street n*gg*? you ain’t got no gun
you talking sh*t son, better get one
we ain’t shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin

[verse 2:]
lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song
fake rappin *ss n*gg*, make her hit some
talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or
some
your b*tch ain’t got no red bottoms, go and get her
some
cut the stove on, let the pot boil
i’m a hot boy, n*gg* f*ck ya’ll
turn it up a notch, ball till i fall
street lottery, that mean my money long
still in poverty, with the jack boys
i got 223’s, i got max boy
let the dope dry, get your sack boy
free band game, and brick squad

[hook:]
i got a firearm, cook the stove on
i’m in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
i’m countin money in my motherf*ckin long john
and i wish a n*gg* would steal my ball
get the shotgun, get the chop son
how you a street n*gg*? you ain’t got no gun
you talking sh*t son, better get one
we ain’t shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin

/ young scooter lyrics