HIT Lyrics

Smoking with my brothers, it's exotic

Living through a life full of toxic

Really didn't have another option

Four grams in a wood knocked me out to be honest

Won't lie if I could, but I never really tried it

I been smoking dope, let me switch another topic

I see through it all, and thats regardless of my eyelids (okay)

What's been bothering my conscious?

The fact I been lost, and I been so dishonest

I drowned in some sauce, and I can't keep a promise

I act like a boss, but that's just a force of habit

Like bitch! What you really about?

I can't find a reason I would fold for some clout

Y'all made like some bitches like you came from the blouse

Keep the name out your mouth if you ain't looking out

PPP loans and a brand new bitch

Brand new clothes and a big foreign whip

Rapping for a song, but the baby got no crib

How I'm trying to keep a hunnid' but I still wan't a hit?

Bitches that I still want to hit

Shit I think about when I'm rolling through the Six

Shit I gotta make some money and keep rolling through the hits

Man I gotta thank my brothers that done helped me through this shit

My bitch... Roll my shit

When I get some drip, I ain't think of throwing fits

'Cause the day I get some cheddar I'll be crying like a bitch

Got some things to make it better, I'ma buy it for the bliss (aye)

This is why her jeans on the floor

Money maker not a man in his woes

Evisu; the reason my pants are kinda low

Same reason I've got a bag full of dough

Drop a bag on some jeans 'cause I'm really masochistic

Mama worked for my meals, it ain't even realistic

Too much talk on these songs, just to stunt on some bitches

Theres no moral or a reason, generation nihilistic

If she's allergic to latex... Make her break dance!

Make a bitch break her back 'cause you make bands

Work a shift 9-5, then we take ten

Floss it out, spend it all, then we pay rent

Wait man... I gotta make ends

But I want to get some rims, so fuck the payment

I'm tired of being shallow like some puddles in the the pavement

But when the sun shines I need designers, fuck them Ray-Bans

Should I be lying?

But I cant even hide it...

They can't buy my shoes, but they eyeing

Rolling through the Six, shawty bump my music shit

Shoutout to my brothers that done helped me through this shit

Gotta thank my mama, let that the homies in the crib

Hope they get see me get my money and a Benz

And make up for the time, get a Rollie make a hit