Hatch ft. G.I. Gizzle Lyrics

That's amazing

Yeah yeah

I see them niggas

Yeah yeah

I heard them niggas got a bag

Them niggas sellin' dope

Where the fuck do they be at

Shit I heard they in the lows

Catch them niggas with the load

Run up on them with the poles

Shit don't they be downtown

Catch them slipping'

With them hoes

Well its friday night is on

Catch them gone off that Patron

Wait till they get in they zone

Leave then

We gon' trail them home

Up that chrome

Take they phones

Tape they mouths

And rush them rooms

Just give it up

And it'll go smooth

You make a move

And this bitch go boom

This bitch go boom

If Fetty Cheney

What it's all about

I'm all in

There's nothing to talk about

We can box him in

And chalk him out

Give it up smooth

And we'll stall him out

Put one up top

Then pull the mask down

Kick the door

To the stash house

Catch a nigga

With his pants down

Pistol whippin'

Put your hands down

Room to room

Nigga tossin' shit

Lookin' everywhere

Like I lost some shit

You got three seconds

Start talkin' bitch

Or you takin' shots

Like you caught some shit

We need all the dope

And them bands now

Or the whole house

Gettin' fanned down

Real niggas ain't playin' round

No handouts this man down

Got grip with it

Forty on me

With the stick in it

Pull it out hit a lick with it

If you like the tricks

Send a bitch with it

Plan a plot

Then get niggas

Money jewels and the work

Till we hit six figures

What we get we gon' split nigga

Throw a hella parties

On these bitch niggas

I found some change

Up in a shoe box

I got some zips off the couch

This some petty bullshit

Take that tape up off his mouth

Shoot that bitch

Show him what we bout

Next one goin' in your scalp

Oh now you gotta safe

Cause he know

We ain't fuckin' round

What's that combo

Do it now

Ten bricks forty pounds

A few hundred thousand

Couple rollies bust down

And it's Draco with some rounds

And I love these forty cals

Last week we was down

Shit we gettin' money now

We gettin' money now

Now let this pistol whip

Commence

Gizzle load that whip

I'm about to go in

Show these flossin' niggas

Ain't about that action

Not to play around

With grown men

First I scold them like

How the fuck

You get followed dumb nigga

All this money no hittas nigga

My nigga you a sweet lick

You got some mo shit

If you do then

Tell me where you hidin'

My nigga

He looked at me crazy

I spazzed

Grabbed the little bitch

That he had with the ass

Told her to watch

As beat him unmercifully

She tried to run from me

That was the last

Gizzle kept rushing me

Tellin' me fam let's go

But I feel like killin' some more

So I just pop pop pop

Clean the spot

Make sure we got what we got

Then we got ghosts

Don't need no smoke

Hopped in the van

Like we planned

Nigga look out all this dough Went the direction

We said we would go

Got to the crib

And then split up the load

Rolled up the dope

Call up some bitches that go

Only bitches that we know

Keep that shit low

But most of these

Cats that would flex

You know how that story go

That shit was a success Grip

(I know)

But we ain't done yet

(In know)

It's on to the next

I'm about to check

Folks you right

Lets see who next

Fuck it let's get the connect

That's some shit he wont expect

I know exactly where it's at

We should've been

Done got his ass

Shit ain't sweet could end up bad

Shit anything can end up bad

You know we got that bag

(So)

Killers quick to flash

(So)

Streets gon' talk so fast

(So)

Whole house gotta die

(So)

Fuck it we on his ass

(Lets go)

That's amazing