Hit Shit Lyrics

Hit Shit - Lil Peres

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Ayy,ayy

Ayy men it’s Lil Peres on da beat men

Men I’m out here, I be on my outfits (on my fits)

Ain’t care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit (gang shit)

Ain’t no tripping with niggas, cuz they gonna get rest quick (Rest quick)

When they started the hit shit (hit shit)

Trust me we ain’t do dissin, we just doing real shit (No diss)

But I still got my Glock lit (so lit)

I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit

And we bursting some checks late (so late)

Men I can’t understand why i fell love with Raiders (oh shit)

Maybe oops out here’ they ain’t getting no manners (no respect)

Gon smoke ‘‘em so fast, like I’m Spending some papers

We ain’t care what you think, we keep playing those pipers (sound like Draco)

You think you’re so smart, like you to tryna to hide in da block

Don’t think that we gon slide in through with a Glock

Ah got all choppas all loaded, so men when you smell me just got it in mind you’re gone

Lately some hoes came to my door, and asking some shit, I know there some spy’s from the oops

They got me locked up in the cell

Cuz I be on my man Camry ride in through school with a bitch

On my way to get me a towel, then meant this bitch by, I just pick her, then got into a problem

And still gotta fighting my demons, they really stood so low, but I ain’t care, cuz I’m still on my Grinding

Stop talking some things while I’m still here, I ain’t taking most shits that ain’t get us related

We really don’t look for we shoot, while it started

Niggas capping shit they ain’t know, they’ve committed

Stop all your hit plays, for yo ass gon get sitted

The cops they just really be making me faded

Niggas rapping bitches all day to be rated

That’s still ain’t gon top, cuz it’s so underrated

A trip to the hood (the hood)

All my men be sliding, can’t make me be good (can’t never)

Tryna write my wrongs, I just be on my woods (smoking)

I ain’t tripping no crack without getting no juice ( that’s not good)

Niggas think they’re real with me

Everyday while I’m stacking, they envy me

While I’m broke all this bitches make fun of me

Felt so bad, but I still can’t let go of me

That ain’t new to me

Men I’m out here, I be on my outfits

Ain’t care bout this oops, cuz I be on my gang shit

Ain’t no tripping with niggas, cuz they gonna get rest quick

When they started the hit shit

Trust me we ain’t do dissin, we just doing real shit

But I still got my Glock lit

I just be on my backwoods, and doing some fraud shit

And we bursting some checks late

Some times i be wondering if i ain’t got those racks will these niggas still stand by me

Calling me Brodie

They ain’t got no time for you, till you start stacking money, that’s when they come close like they Really so loyal

My own dawg be snitching on me, when I gave him some 30’s so he can create by his own hands

The streets is so rude while you facing a lot

I’ve been going through a lot of truma in my thoughts

I keep asking myself, why this life is ain’t fair to me

Why the Good, bad days just keeps on repeating me

So tired of waiting does moment, when it’s gon be

I’m thinking so much and this bitches still bordering me

While I walk in the Road everybody b scared of me

My heart is all frozed, so i ain’t showing no love in me

The streets got all my love erased off to infinity

now I’m walking with niggas but ain’t care bout nobody