Hit the Scene

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Yeah, yeah, huh, huh
 Yeah, yeah, huh, hahaha
 Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
 Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin'
 We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness
 Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children
 I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
 Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
 24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
 Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox
 Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top
 Only want big dollars, no assist, can't take no dials (No dials)
 Know these bitches love me, they get wet just from my rocks (Wet, wet)
 Fuck me for my icy watch, lil' ho get off my top (Get off my top)
 Been killin' all these rappers, that's just one too many crimes, uh
 Slide in the space coupe, NASA, whoa, ice on her neck Alaska, froze
 All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, whoa
 They wanna see me down (Down), lil' bitch I won't go down (I can't)
 Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I'm up right now
 Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong
 Can't chase me a bitch, I want funds, that shit too bad for my lungs
 Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie
 If they ain't got money, they can't even book me
 My bitches be blowin' while eatin' that pussy
 I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie
 Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin'
 We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness
 Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children
 I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
 Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
 24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
 Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox
 Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top
 Clutchin' my tool
 I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a nigga lag out
 All of that talkin', you showin' your ass now
 Hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now
 Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty
 I'm countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce
 Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it
 My mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous
 He steppin' to me, he must be on drugs
 As soon as I see him, hit him with a slug
 Don't fuck with these hoes
 I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove
 Whoop a nigga ass, he was talkin' too tough
 Up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a nigga stuck
 You know I'm untouchable
 I can't be touched, try to rob me, better try your luck
 Glizzy got a beam and the bitch got a penis
 Hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix
 I'm out of this world
 I'm livin' on Venus, I pour up the fours, I love to be leanin'
 Up the Glock on who?
 I'ma hit a nigga four times, Glock 23, leave a nigga with no mind
 Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2 Chainz
 Shoot him in the back, leave him with no spine
 How you gon' rob a robber? Burberry collar
 Hollow tips hit a nigga, make a nigga holler
 Condom on my dick, baby, I don't need no toddler
 You know I'm Jamaican, I'm hangin' with them shottas, yeah!
 Yeah, yeah-yeah
 Rrrrrraaaa! Yeah-yeah
 

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Duration
02:59
Key
8
Tempo
140 BPM

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