Hit-Boy

Hit-Boy - You Wouldn't Believe It lyrics

rate me

feat. Audio Push & K. Roosevelt

HS87 winning, you ain’t wait to go to Hades

I’m sicker than a snot-nose baby with the rabies

Yeah, I went from holding the rockets to hawking like McGrady

Not the floors, but I have you pushing daisies

If you play me, yeah, you test me and you’ll die, die

You niggas faker than five lives

That’s your girl? I killed her cat, you better pray it got nine lives

I’m heading first like sky diving

We the best, step up nigga, why try?

We’ve got more colors than tie dye,

We the future nigga, no sci-fi

Got two things on me, feeling like Rambo

Pocket full of money and a whole lot of ammo

She said ‘boy, I speak Spanish’

I said ‘como te llammo?’

She said ‘boy, you dress so nice’, I said …

If it’s party time you know I got that stink and I got that drink

Like a shot that ain’t on it, I got that bang, I got that bang

And if you wear a chain you’d probably get a rash

I’ll take your girl and I’ll hit her fast

You come to my hood you …walking, you won’t get a pass, nigga

And when you see it you won’t believe it

You know you need it

You know you need it

I know when I hit the stage them hands better be up

Because I’m only spitting crack, you niggas better react

In any argument the hardest clicks they won’t be enough

So when you talking about the best nigga, it better be us

What you gotta figure out, we the hardest niggas out

Got that crack that’s missing everywhere that y’all be talking about

It’s them young niggas with new cars, I pulled up to that new crib

That’s HS87 making all the moves you wish you did

Nigga we on we gonna stay on, got a bad girl we ain’t laid on

I can do this all day long, I pull up you get valet on

Your girl just like a payphone, if I’m in her slot she’ll stay on

I be kicking like Chun Li, where are you, nigga? Fail on

And all you can do is stand there and look like that nigga’s amazing

I mean listen to him, he fade out the words and then fake, that nigga crazy

Wait, back, back, I don’t know you, chill

Flow too sick and I rap too ill

You need that crack and when you go too still

And if we don’t inspire you I don’t know who will

And when you see it you won’t believe it

You know you need it

You know you need it

We used to be number ten, now we permanently in

It ain’t no treatment for this, shit we terminally ill

Shit I mercilessly kill every fucking thing moving

Watch me pull it, I just do it, on my Nike shit I’m zooming

And I know they love me ‘cause my …got star heavy

But I’m tired of the interviews already ‘bout to drop the game like the ball heavy

Now these haters niggas bring up ‘cause I ball heavy, call Jerry

How the fuck they drop an album, ain’t no fearless

They must have a team full of contract killers

I’m realer, new thriller, MJ’s bitches quicker than a Domino’s deliver

Go ahead, read through my scriptures, ‘cause this real shit, I wreck shit

I’ll call the goons, no flag shit, y’all supposed to know, I blast it

If it’s number one, no question, like AI I answer

Crossed over got my advancer, I’m the newest member of Sam’s club

Meaning I ain’t getting no tax cut

Taking bitches to school when your papers do buy

I’m just out by the pull, spending change and doing fine

Like a fucking bull’s eye, I am aiming at you niggas

And it ain’t no competition, getting vague with my addictions

What’s up?

Make money

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