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 f*ck 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 f*ck on this treesh get her gone Break that bitch back now we fuckin till dawn Glttt baow