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baby hit - key lyrics

[intro]
hit way
yuh
i got the key to the trap
i done ran up my sack
yea, yea

[chorus]
i got the key to the trap
take a loss then i get it right back
tryna catch up i’m still runnin’ laps
juggin’ crack i done ran up my sack
hit him with the finesse now his pockets look flat
we got sticks in the trunk we gon’ knock off yo hat
say he a dog, that n-gg- a cat
i’m servin’ that dawg, come cop you a pack
b-beat down her walls, i blew out her back
don’t call up my line, if it ain’t bout racks
i’m just tryna get to them blue-faces
dodgin’ these cases they ready to take me
up with the glizzy you know ain’t no safety
fear in his face mane that boy ain’t no gangsta
came out a beast, n-body can tame me
trap this sh-t out till i can’t feel my fingers

[verse 1]
after i catch you, imma scratch yo name off the list too
i’m just tryna get it no dissin’ i pull and flip you if you want the issue
got some n-gg-s can’t get out the system
stuck by the door cus i’m waitin on the shipment
in the presence of a bl–dy -ss n-gg-
always on point got the glock on the pillow
had to learn all my lessons i never could listen
stay out my way for’ you end up a victim
strapped the f-ck up like a seatbelt no missin’
f-cked her so good i ain’t doin’ no kissin’
beat up the bowl i ain’t doin’ no whippin’
see you won’t speak to you never been friendly
certified star we gon creep down yo chimney
room full of slimes b-tch you know that i’m blendin’
walk in this b-tch all these b-tches surroundin’ me
same n-gg-s d-ckridin’ they was just doubtin’ me
lookin’ for p’s a young n-gg- might scout a p
dove in that ocean that lil b-tch was drownin’ me
it ain’t bout money don’t call up my line
they want me to slow down i’m stuck in my prime
i been on my grind, ain’t wastin’ no time
always stood out i’ve been one of a kind

[verse 2]
trap this sh-t out till i can’t feel my fingers
b-tch i’m a certified gun slanger
wrapped in the trap need to untangle
whip my d-ck out she just watch it dangle
dirty -ss n-gg- stop rockin wrangler
say you so gangsta you really a singer
tellin’ on folks you a street ranger
she threw that -ss back what i’m posed to do? paint her
i’m the same n-gg- that kept him a pistol ain’t worried bout n-gg-s we give em the business
when you break some’ with hit well you know ain’t no fixin’
you was stuck in the cl-ss i was stuck in the kitchen
tryna get me some money and stay in my lane
he really not trappin, worker, slave
serve all the fiends till they send a, raise
trap the b-tch out till they send em a blitz
all i know is the trap you get knocked out the map of you f-ck with my gang
i could be-be in a whole notha state if they caught me i’m never gon change
this sh-t gon fall down, just like some rain
for the longest i swear i been feelin’ the rage
we bringin’ that pressure we bringin’ the pain
f-ck all that talkin’ get shot in yo brain (f-ck n-gg-)

- baby hit lyrics

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