Hit for Hit ft. Cayo Lyrics

Me and Cayo doin' hits, now they pissed as hell

Pull up in that motherfuckin' shit like, who the fuck in there

Gen 5, with a switch, I shot a bird right in the air

Cayo said these niggas makin' disses, I'm like, nigga, where

Glock 26, ARPs, two different beams

Blue money rubber band gang, the real dream team

Broke, nigga, smoking loads for Christmas, he got Listerine

He think cause she give good head, she need a wedding ring

Pullin' up, takin' yo bitch in a fuckin' scooter

This beat hard as shit, its something like a transducer

I'll peep a bitch when I'm walkin' like I never knew her

Bro can't move the shit, I grabed the stick and move maneuvers

Brrrrr, Ha, Ha, Ha,

Cooler kit came with the fye cause, its gon put yo' ass down

I got WWE, tatted LA Smackdown, Ha

sexy redd, That prove that some of you bitches pussy brown

Bitches tryna come inside the crib, I put it in her mouth

You a fuckin' rookie, you just dribble shit right outta bounds

Yeah, me and Cayo rappin' shit, it's goin' round for round

Walkin' with the sticks inside the crib, we makin' vowel sounds

My bro like the slime, niggas like to take shit

I fucked up, I signed to a label full of Haitians

Ha, what you know about them high school cravings

That nigga done turned into a loser, toenail shavings

Walk inside' , Jean Grips, shoot the ball, don't see net

Young niggas goin' up, bitch, I'ma see next

Only hit for big shits like a T-Rex

Movin' slow motion with that saw, I got T-Rets

Halloween comin' up and bitch, you know I'm Mike Jack

How the fuck you say you up but cryin' for your bitch back

Mack 11 got three attachments, so I call it Big Mack

Yes, I be that same nigga with them racks got nigga-naps

Yes, I be that same nigga in the back of the class

2-2-3s comin' up, shoot up back of your ass, jitt

I done woke up with the money like a nigga movin' fast jitt

Pull up to my old city, I ain't even got a brag jitt

Whole gang, got a scat, pick you in a PT cruiser

Finna call up sayso, you know his ass Freddy Krueger

Finna bake my ex ass ass look like Carlos Boozer

If you ain't know, if you ain't one of us, then you a loser