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noodah05 - hitters lyrics

[intro]
real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah
i got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah
got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, yo
hope i got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, don’t get shot down
and some real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah
i got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah

[verse: noodah05]
i got them youngins trailing me in a hotbox
if anything go down, they gon’ try to knock yo’ top off
spent time cryin’, gotta get up and wipe my tears
gotta f&n on me, i ain’t scared to face my fears
go on his move, anything move is getting k!lled
lil’ kay spinned the house, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’ma keep it trill
caught youngin’ runnin’, laid ‘em down and let ‘em live
you was wearing fake jewelry, i should’ve known you wasn’t real
n+ggas playin’ on my head like i ain’t with that action
make yo’ ass stop and park like you was stuck in traffic
shackle shoelaces, get close and let ‘em have the static
devastated by the opps, we gotta let them n+ggas have it
seeing new blocks and we gon’ spin again
they tell me, “noodah, you the one. i know you tryna win”
get down on our knees and pray and then go sin again
they shot up granny house so you know we gotta spin again
they tell me, “noodah, don’t you get it right?”
i’m tryna give it up my all, tryna give it life
some n+ggas folded on the kid but i guess that’s just life
they stabbin’ us but they brought knifes to a glock fight
i got some lil’ n+ggas that might shoot
pull up on you, ar hangin’ out the side roof
he told the truth in the cop room but he lied too
i used to kick it with his brother but he gotta die too
that’s how it is now—
everybody totin’ bangers
don’t let them youngins catch you slidin’, they gon’ try to hang you
he was gangsta on the street but now that n+gga singin’
seen her son stressed out, got his momma faintin’
he gotta be stupid to play with the reaper
clean the streets up with a broom, he better keep a sweeper
i send p to do the mission, i just hate to see ‘em
like chris brown initial, swear that i just hate to be ‘em
put it together now—
they gon’ love us and try to hate us
when we sweep the crime scene, put the yellow tape up
karma come back around, i just pray it get the opps
woah
i pray it ain’t us, i pray it ain’t us
[bridge: noodah05]
real hitters with me and they might shoot, yeah
i got some real hitters with me and they might shoot, yeah, don’t get shot down

[verse: rylo rodriguez]
i pulled up, i8, i wasn’t even full
keep that rod, man, like a young bull
f+cked a hoe from france, she told me “bonjour”
my n+ggas in and out the court just like corey brewer
might off this chain, don’t mean i’m p+ssed and i knew that sh+t
we tote glocks, they don’t got no safeties, they ain’t tryna catch no picks
only way these crackers see me come if i stepped on some ritz
home invasion, in ya sh+t fumblin’, but they can’t challenge this
put a hole in they head like a dolphin, yeah
i feel like jesus, n+ggas crossed me out
monkey wrench the fire hydrant, no pools in the projects
two hundred on my car dash but i ain’t ridin’ ‘round with kylie
hoe thought i was married, i told her this pendant came from wafi
abuse this lean, i hope i don’t catch domestic violence
don’t ever lose me
she covered in black, came from sitting in the nosebleeds
when on the block, i take charge like embiid

[outro: noodah05]
real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah
i got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, yeah
hope i got them real hitters with me and they might shoot, don’t get shot down
and some real hitters with me and they might shoot, nah

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