Quavier - Hit Stick (feat. Bankroll Boomer) Lyrics

(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)