Hits!

(アルバム： Final Fantasy Two - 2020)

(Mingo, haha)
(Damn, Kele)
(Walk down on 'em, he shot, he hit)
(Ay, go)
(Walk down on 'em, he shot, he hit)
(Walk down on 'em, he shot, hit)
(Ay, go)
(Ay, bitch I made)
(Ay, bitch I, made)
(Go)

Walk down on 'em, he shot, he hit
They don't know, I don't know shit 'bout shit
They said I suck, well tell ya favorite rapper, go hit for hit
And let's be real, I got hits
And let's be real you ain't did no hits
(Weird ass internet nigga, how the fuck you think I'm rapping like this)
Lets-lets be real, he ain't shit
Slide on that block and flip that lil' car he in
If he can't keep the drank, then go get some Bacardi then
We finna shoot, we don't care what car he in
Call lil' 30 and get you picked off

You never heard of the Murda?
Google
Fuck around, get you murdered to pay my shooter
Broke-ass rapper gon' scam his viewers
Chopper got two titties like it's Hooters
He driving a beat-up box but he ain't a mover
When you're from where I'm from, gotta learn how to maneuver
I know some Ace and my big homie Hoover
So basically, I could get ya ass knocked off
We got them sticks but this ain't golf
Sipping on Tris', I ain't got no cough
She wanna kick that shit like a kickoff

Walk down on 'em, he shot, he hit
They don't know, I don't know shit 'bout shit
They said I suck, well tell ya favorite rapper, go hit for hit
And let's be real, I got hits
And let's be real you ain't did no hits
(Weird ass internet nigga, how the fuck you think I'm rapping like this)
Lets-lets be real, he ain't shit
Slide on that block and flip that lil' car he in
If he can't keep the drank, then go get some Bacardi then
We finna shoot, we don't care what car he in