HYWTB (Hit You With The Blick) lyrics

[Intro: K. comedy]
Open the f*ckin' door, I gotta sh*t (Damn)
Look, open the f*ckin' door, I gotta sh*t
Look, open the door, gotta sh*t
No, open the door, gotta sh*t

[Verse 1: K. comedy]
Open that motherf*ckin' door
You know I told her shake that ass, ain't 'bout that ass, she 'bout to go
I told her uno, dos, tres, I want these b*tches in a row
Look b*tch, hurry up, before I kick down this door
Ooh, oh, I like the way you shake it
Ooh, baby girl, you better quake it
Ooh, she pop that ass, you know she naked
I told that b*tch to hurry up, you know, I can't move, I can't make it
Damn, open that motherf*ckin' door, I gotta sh*t
I’m in the kitchen whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin' the grits
You already know I do my sh*t, I got my f*ckin' stick
And if you f*ckin' move, I'll hit your ass with the glits, rits
Damn, I gotta sneeze
Damn, your head be likе a f*ckin' D
Damn, that mean the di*k
Stankin ass b*tch, I hit you with this blick

[Chorus: K. comedy & Key Glock]
Hit you with the blick (Yеah), hit you with the tricks
Told the b*tch "You better keep me out the f*ckin' mix" (Oh)
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, suck up on my di*k, whore (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, who b*tch is this? (Huh, huh? b*tch)
Somebody get this b*tch (Yeah, this b*tch)
She be drinkin' nut and I be drinkin' trish (Yeah)
Yeah, I be poppin' opps, they ain't poppin' my sh*t (Pop, yeah)
Yeah, straight off the block, now I'm chillin' in the pent' (Yeah)
Yeah, two cups of codeine cost more than your rent (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in this b*tch mouth, like a motherf*ckin' mint (Yeah)
Can't save no ho', last name not Kent (Yeah)
Uh, call me SuperGlock, I get high as I can get (Phew)
Yeah, I keep that tool on me and I ain't talkin' 'bout a wrist (Ha)
And my diamonds hittin' hard, told this b*tch "Don't flinch" (Yeah)
Ballin' hard on these n*ggas, number one, drive pit, b*tch (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. comedy & Mak Sauce]
Hit you with the blick (Yeah), hit you with the tricks (Ayy)
Told the b*tch "You better keep me out the f*ckin' mix" (Ho')
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, suck up on my di*k, whore (Mak Sauce)

[Verse 3: Mak Sauce]
Hit 'em with that blick, uh, hit 'em with that fire (Aight)
I can barely drive, but got a coupe, can talk to mine (Skrrt)
Hop out solo, just me and my iron (Aight)
Diamonds peekaboo, b*tch, it bling, hurt your eyes (Come on)
Bad b*tch and she a dime, but I won't drop a dime (Yes)
Buddy tried to run off, popped him in his spine (Grrah)
Vanilla b*tch and chocolate, came here 'cause my mom (Ooh)
n*gga talkin' brazy, drop the dot, tell 'em slide, we'll bah-bah
[Chorus: K. comedy & Mak Sauce]
Hit you with the blick (Yeah), hit you with the tricks (Ayy)
Told the b*tch "You better keep me out the f*ckin' mix" (Ho')
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, suck up on my di*k, whore (Run it up)

[Outro: Key Glock]
Uh, call me SuperGlock, I get high as I can get (Yeah)
Uh, call me SuperGlock, I get high as I can get (Yeah)