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bl double - hittaz on deck lyrics

[splurge]
hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck b-tch
i’m 17 got that bad hoe stay on my d-ck
and it’s f-ck your side, f-ck your squad, n-gga f-ck your clique
30’s on dracs, d-cks on t-ts, hittaz on deck
hittaz on deck and they here
water on me and it’s pure
don’t come around here like your scared
don’t come around here sipping beer
young n-gga rob you if you drunk
them young n-ggas slide and get crunk
i ain’t f-ck your b-tch in a month
i ain’t never seen you with a gun
me and blitz l!cked up it’s done
hop out with choppas, young n-gga shottas
leave a n-gga red like a lobster
we gone pull up with glocks and tecs if you talking
you can get put in the box, we ain’t boxing
i’m on a 4 of the wock and it’s awesome

[bl double]
yeah, blitz
hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck
n-gga f-ck yo hood, f-ck yo block, n-gga f-ck yo set
this a no fly zone rap -ss n-gga sn-tch the chain on your neck
hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck

f-ck all that talking, we creepin we stalkin
big draco, back the f-ck off me
make that b-tch clap, magnolia new orleans
we spray up apartments, my goonies they heartless
red beam on the target
no drive-by, we parking
hop out start sparking, f-ck all that arguin
put that hot sh-t on him now he saucin
put the iron on his -ss, no starching
my pockets getting fat, kelly clarkson
you a p-ssy boy come off that extortion
hurry up and bring my portion
you country–ss n-ggas ride horses
yeah you right b-tch ferraris and porches b-tch

yeah, blitz
hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck
n-gga f-ck yo hood, f-ck yo block, n-gga f-ck yo set
this a no fly zone rap -ss n-gga sn-tch the chain on your neck
hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck, hittaz on deck

[quin nfn]
i be with hitters and k!llers, a n-gga play around and he dead
you got a pole then pop it
we gon aim for his noggin, send shots at his head ey
i’m not trynna beef over twitter, i calling my hitter i’m dropping some bread
don’t try to trip we get pop like a med
performing on stage with the glock in my pants
you need a show, get the guap in advance
i’m out of line i be popping my fans
i’m in the line get some top in the van
sipping on dry man the wock got me dead
ran up that guap gave a nod to my mans
-ss like a horse imma pop it and prance
four pretty b-tch took me shopping in france
drum on the glock like i’m rocking a band

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