Attempted Hit Lyrics

In school the only numbers

I was thinking 'bout was getting rich

They got dawg on conspiracy

For an attempted hit

Finna water down the tris and wok

But the red ain't hit

Make the car loud as fuck

I put some new headers in

Expertise in multiple fields

Bitch I'm a specialist

It's a scary time in the party

I got the weapon in

My bitch curvy and natural

How a lemon is

You cannot step around this jawn

If you ain't checkin' in

Chillin in my $40,000 car

When I need peace and quiet

Put a lil suppressor on the shhh

Now the piece quiet

I can tell when shit 'bout to pop off

I can read violence

Yo bitch playin' with my wood

She a tree climber

I think I'm finna fuck this bad bitch

For the one timer

Touchdown out in San Francisco

I'm a 49'er

Drop a package off on yo street

I'm a road finder

Riding with my chains serving fire

I'm the ghost rider

I'm finna bring the metal and sticks out

It's time for rock & roll

This gun right here can ignite more shit

Than a block of coal

Fuck a bitch you can catch me chilling

With a dozen bows

You better have a tiddie or a stick

I got a hundred loaded

I can teach you how to make a bag

I be money coaching

Run up on 'em with the badger PDW

He got honey roasted

Eleven grams of top tier

Got my stomach choking

He said he was the ice king

Now he a bloody snowman

Gotta stay true to yourself

The streets don't show a lot of love

I even gave my brothers some

When all I had was a couples 1's

I remember staying fresh back then

Tryna cop the 1's

How the hell is you a real playa?

You won't even run my ones

Was up a 20 last year

Now it's a couple dubs

Realized I'm a boss

Had to separate from all the bums

The ones that claim that they real

They be the fakest ones

Two tone BMW with the faded colors