Gucci Mane - Hit Somethin lyrics

rate me

feat. Young Scooter

All I hang around is murderers

I’m still runnin wit the robbers

The dope boys my partners

So you don’t want these problems (it's gucci)

Squash it cause I’ll have em sleeping in your closet

Take a hostage, hit you to your head leak like a faucet

The niggas that I rock with, don’t give a fuck about shit

That hot shit, they got bricks but act like they ain’t got shit

With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cocked it

Got them chop sticks, ain't with that boxing

I have em boxin,

This fantastic, the pager landed, I’ma do gymnastics

I’m nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket

[Hook]

I got a firearm, cut the stove on

I’m in the kitchen tryna make it do the high jump

I’m countin money in my motherfuckin long johns

And I wish a nigga would steal my bomb

Get the shotgun, get the chop son

How you a street nigga, and yeen got no gun

You talking shit son, better get one

Cause we ain't shoot n the air, we tryna hit somethin

Why you lookin at me crazy, want a hit or some'n

Fake rappin ass nigga, make a hit or some'n

Talkin bout what you done did then sell a brick or some'n

Your bitch ain’t got no red bottoms, go and get her some

Cut the stove on, let the pot boil

I’m a hot boy, nigga fuck y’all

Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall

Street lottery, that mean my money long

Still in poverty, with the jack boys

I got 223, I got macks boy

Let the dope dry, get your sack boy

Freeband Gang, and Brick Squad

[Hook]

I got a firearm, cut the stove on

I’m in the kitchen tryna make it do the high jump

I’m countin money in my motherfuckin long johns

And I wish a nigga would steal my bomb

Get the shotgun, get the chop son

How you a street nigga, and yeen got no gun

You talking shit son, better get one

Cause we ain't shoot n the air, we tryna hit somethin

Thanks to Gee Everett for correcting these lyrics