LURTN - H!T Lyrics

Yah, bitch
Bitch
Getting money, you ain't nothing like me
If you ain't getting drank you ain't nothing like me
If you ain't seen a quarter millie, you ain't nothing like me
Type of hoes you wifing up, I be one nighting
Fast life, choppa on me nigga
Got a flashlight
They gone take his life if I give them boys the greenlight
Jackboys they want everything so don't lack boy
Backstreet creeper, homemade sweeper
Nigga talking tough on the net
Can't wait to see ya
Would've thought that boy was car brakes
The way I bleed em
Bloodstains all on his shirt, dry cleaner
Gun powder look like paprika
Ha,ha
I'm just f*cking with you kid
Don't take anything I say serious
Ha,ha
For all you know I'm probably just a bitch
So don't involve me when your pussy ass get blitz
Creeping through yo momma crib
Creeping through yo sister crib
Creeping through yo daddy crib
F*ck it, everyone get hit,
Hit, hit, hit, hit ,hit
Hit, hit, hit, hit ,hit
I'm just having fun, I'm just getting started
This ain't nothing yet
If you really think I'm wilding
The way my eyes rolling off these pills, I look retarded
Young fly nigga I swear I don't need no stylist