Hitta Freestyle lyrics

(Ha-ha, ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Smoking on gas got me feeling like Gucci
Might get on yo ass if you say somethin' to me
Pop 'em like roofie, he done f*cked up and got caught with a opp now you look like one too
Bring the Beretta, it represents beauty
I got a duty, he just in that beauty
These n*ggas mad, I can't even blame 'em
Aye, like why would I get on yo' ass
He broke, I can't even stain him
Shouldn't have joked, these n*ggas be lame than a b*tch
Big bodies, two lanes and I can even switch
Whippin' that b*tch like I'm fresh off a lick
Hollow tip hit knock your head off your sh*t
Knocking the head off his shoulders
Bet that sh*t change your composure
Want smoke? b*tch, I'm a chain-smoker
And I be on my ten toes like some loafers
Whippin' that Glock out the holster
But still put your b*tch on a blade like a shoulder
Uh, these n*ggas wack, n*ggas posers
These n*ggas rats, n*ggas gophers
.40 the president, call it the Raegan
Catch that boy run right into him like Raiden
I shot the bottom, his top just got caved in
Beat up the attic, hollows in the basement
He think he janky, he really just [?]
Start sellin' that sh*t, now he think he on go
Think he a murderer, think he a pro
But I think he a b*tch Imma put it on show
Know how I roll, I rock hard like a caveman
Glock, it got dots eat yo ass like it's Pacman
In traffic, I'm hittin' the gas like an Asian
Hittin' the gas till I look like a Asian
I hit the gas like I'm Nascar racing
Foe beat yo ass till a n*gga Caucasian
Shooters they all full of hate like a Haitian
Catch you at Chase make you empty yo savings
[Verse 2]
Aye, Like run me dat
We hit the next bank and then run it back
Put the team on my back like a runningback
We just run it up, money keep comin' back
Play with me, Imma put you in front of dat
Underestimate, you'll be up under dat
I won't hesitate, I get to drummin' dat
Pick up that cut chop sh*t like a lumberjack
Ain't finna play wit you n*ggas
Ain't sh*t to say to you n*ggas
It ain't no savin' these n*ggas
I get it and go all the way on these n*ggas
Turn the f*ck up, catch a fade for my n*ggas
A case for my n*ggas, don't play by my n*ggas
Don't say the wrong sh*t, you might get yourself hit up
Ain't did no hit then don't call yourself hitta

[Bridge]
Oh he a hitta, who he hit?
Oh, I remember you, you ain't shoot sh*t
My n*ggas on that stupid sh*t
Don't wanna fight I use the blick

[Verse 3]
Don't f*ck with n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas act like fees
FN, squeeze that b*tch like Febreze
Headshot put a n*gga on a tee
Ya head not right f*ckin' 'round wit me
Ya betta not fight, f*ck around and bleed
[Outro]
Pushin' that led, get into yo head
And my dot like the Redemption is red