Hit or Miss (feat. Luh Nikko) Video (MV)

We back at it again and ain't nobody making sense
The ones that claim they wit you, they claiming that you a bitch
And I don't got no issue, I kill that's self defense
I flip you with this pistol, my niggas toting them stick
Smoking that dope get lit
It's a hit or miss
Diamonds all on my wrist, Yeah
Like the way the hit
Like the way they hit
It's a hit or miss
I ain't here to miss
You ain't hitting shit
Hit or miss
We ain't playing no games
I just hit her yesterday and I don't no her name
She just want the fame
She just want everything that me and my niggas got
And I don't care where you came from you can get out my spot
I be feeling so dangerous when I buck ant the cops
Niggas feeling so shameless when they know they the oops
Yeah, I give you props, cause ain't nobody gone stop
Shit, I ain't gone stop
Cause I independent with the shotta
Shit, I'm independent like a father
Shit, I'm on the road with my niggas though
And we smoking loud
We not puffing clouds, but we in the clouds
Yeah, and all I know is what I know
Niggas baby, need a bottle
Got the shells like a toco, yeah
Drop the top like a car show
Hit or miss like lotto
We back at it again and ain't nobody making sense
The ones that claim they wit you, they claiming that you a bitch
And I don't got no issue, I kill that's self defense
I flip you with this pistol, my niggas toting them stick
Smoking that dope get lit
It's a hit or miss
Diamonds all on my wrist, Yeah
Like the way the hit
Like the way they hit
It's a hit or miss
I ain't here to miss
You ain't hitting shit
Nahh nigga you ain't shit
For my nigga, bitch, I swear I'm riding till the end of it
And my nigga keep extended clips
In case a nigga talkin' shit, we gone handle it
Yeah, yeah, cause I came from the bottom
Riding for my niggas, never changing for my brudda nahh nahh
Cause I came from the bottom
Never let 'em stop me, we gone solve every problem yeah, yeah
We gone solve every problem
Solve every problem yeah
Solve every problem
Changing hell of money, ima get that bag
Run me up that money ima go and get this cash
You niggas be hating, why the f*ck these niggas mad
Nah, nah
We back at it again and ain't nobody making sense
The ones that claim they wit you, they claiming that you a bitch
And I don't got no issue, I kill that's self defense
I flip you with this pistol, my niggas toting them stick
Smoking that dope get lit
It's a hit or miss
Diamonds all on my wrist, Yeah
Like the way the hit
Like the way they hit
It's a hit or miss
I ain't here to miss
You ain't hitting shit