Need-a-Hit lyrics

[Intro]
Hello sir, what is your number?
And under whose name is this telephone listed?
At the tone daylight time will be 2:56 and 50 seconds

[Verse 1]
All you doubtin' me, what the f*ck can you not see?
Freddie comin’ out the kut and now you dead I guess that's luck
You better back the f*ck up, 'bout to get some f*ckin buck
Shootin’ b*tches with the clip, aimin' at yo f*ckin' sh*t
It's a motherf*ckin' spree, try to run you cannot leave
Bullets fly, only thought that you are dead
Open fire simple gate to the easy access fame
Everyone will know my name, playin' all these f*ckin' games
Aimin' down the f*ckin’ sight, hear the sound and see the light
People hidin’, so I might, creep up on 'em late at night
Barrel in yo f*ckin’ face, take yo time it ain't no race
All the power that I own, love to hear you scream and moan
You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit, b*tch or I will never notice it
Got a backpack on, better leave your phone
No trace bast*rd, I'mma keep you home

[Chorus]
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
b*tch or I will never notice it
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
b*tch or I will never notice it
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
b*tch or I will never notice it