New Hit lyrics

[Intro]
Elvis, Elvis, Elvis
Grrah, don't run, don't—(Grrah-grrah)
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Like, like, look
Grrah

[Verse]
Catch a Makk from the H and I'm boomin'
If he think it's a fight then he stupid
Knocker on me, I be provin' this music
They ask if I'm droppin' some new sh*t
And I say when I catch me a new hit
Might catch a body then fly out to Houston
Like, I got it, I know what I'm doin'
Like, I got it, I know what I'm—, look
Like, I got mine, I ain't Nesty, we ain't stoppin' for stop signs
We see the opps, make em' dance like it's Cha-cha
He got hit on his B-Day, piñata
Had eight shots in his chest like it's grava
That n*gga broke, boy, he can't show a dollar
AB, I be smokin' ya' father, almost to the top, we just gotta go harder
Like, look, if it's lit, up the knocker and gеt his ass hit
Don't got the knock, we gon' do em' likе Drip
f*ck Rah, n*gga dead in a ditch
I'm feelin' high off the Lotti and sh*t
Like damn, free Gotti and sh*t
Like damn, free Scottie and sh*t
Free Rooga, the oota', they flock in the whip
Like look, why these n*ggas be cappin' in raps?
I can do sh*t I don't put in these tracks, like
Tell that Nino n*gga he a rat, like, I'm in the passenger, sticks in the back, like
And it's still free AR, that's a fact
Everything dead, it's like every opp clapped, like
And it's still free AR, that's a fact
Everything dead, it's like every opp clapped, like
Pop out on a opp, make it scary
I do a hit in some brand new Amiri's
That's how I could kill 'cause I'm fancy
I'm hood, these n*ggas they pus*y, they fear me
Throw a shot if he try to get near me
Don't need a body, gon' run by the damage
Throw a shot if he try to get near me
Don't need a body, gon' run by the damage
Roll that n*gga that died at the movies
And I'm still screamin', "Free that boy Dougie"
I'm a rapper so she wanna do me
She throw it back, throw my thing in her booty
It ain't lit cause a n*gga ain't shoot me, like, how many n*ggas I turned to a movie?
It ain't lit cause a n*gga ain't—, like, how many n*ggas I turned to a—, Grrah-grrah
f*ck that, I call Sticks if it's up
That boy a demon, be buggin' for nun'
And these knocks got a di*k or a drum, if you run up on one of us, you must be dumb
High School, tryna get that boy lunch, back out, tryna show em' what's up
My opps, they be hatin' that we goin' up
n*ggas be broke and they don't got no funds