Hit Stick (feat. Bankroll Boomer)

(LF3 the gang bitch we gonna bang, yeahh) (Nigga made the hit list, conerback hit stick) (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Yeah) (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (QVR) Yeah Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick New designer, Balmain stepping Murder walking with the gang bitch It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous Draco hit, big kick Diamonds dance, wrist lit Suicide, wrist slit Gucci slacks, big drip Great white, big fish Know some shooters that I came with It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit Big opp, a lil opp nigga he can get knocked around I ain't playing if he come around he getting sprayed down I was out here with my big loc's run the town If a nigga talking all day he get gunned down I said chop, chop lay down Don't wanna hear that gun sound If its smoke we put him up in the air, yeah he get runned down Lil shawty wanna f*ck with the kid she see my diamonds dance I'm with 43, Glock 42 extended clip inside my pants Bitch ass, snitch ass run around town think you tippin' Nigga we was walking, nigga yeah big crippin' Slide through bend the block, nigga yeah we get to spinnin' If a nigga talking down, nigga yeah he stop livin' Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick New designer, Balmain stepping Murder walking with the gang bitch It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous Draco hit, big kick Diamonds dance, wrist lit Suicide, wrist slit Gucci slacks, big drip Great white, big fish Know some shooters that I came with It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit Draco hit Big steppin' with that yeah, yeah Picasso paint the town red Bitch I got a black flag Walk 'em down we do 'em bad Michael Jackson how I'm bad Pussy nigga talking shit They can't find like where your body at Put 'em in a body bag, we gon' zip 'em up Hunnid round drum in the back of the whip we slide in a bimmer truck Pussy ass nigga keep playing with the kid, Bankroll gon' wet you up And I don't care if you like me, nah bitch I don't give a f*ck (I don't give a f*ck) Yeah, all I see is murder Red, red, red rum You know that nigga Bankroll Call up 'Tunkas' and you done Got a switch on that gun What you carrying? A Drum All I know is murder, murder Tired to give me murder one Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick New designer, Balmain stepping Murder walking with the gang bitch It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous Draco hit, big kick Diamonds dance, wrist lit Suicide, wrist slit Gucci slacks, big drip Great white, big fish Know some shooters that I came with It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit (We on the same shit, yeah) (We on it) (LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeahh) (LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeah) (LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeahh)