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tej.dillon - lotta hits lyrics

[chorus: vibe tyson]
let me just check
got a couple hunnits in my bag
got a couple millions in my bank
making all this money, is ain’t no thang
yeah, i just checked my balance
status i’m rich (yeah, rich yeah)
i just checked my watch it do not tick
(do not tick yeah)
do me wrong your friends gon’ wonder where you is
i just tell em’ that i make a lotta hits
mean i never do miss and my n+ggas don’t miss

[verse 1: tej.dillon]
i’m done with the slander
i’m k!lling your flow
i’m dumb with a hammer
i lied that i’m done i got me a pander
i’m making you wow
i’m taking a bow
only one standing i might be a gander
i’m illing with lo
i’m dumb with the grammar
(dumb with the grammar)
i lied that i’m dumb and k!lled me a rapper
you might be a capper
you might be a fapper
i diss and call me a rapper
but you hoes is sly
got me in ties
and used me more than a wrapper
i gave you some gifts
you call me a slacker
i finished your list
you call me a cracker
i clinch on my fist
voices tells me to whack her
i wanna be p+ssed (yuh)
she said that i’m broke, i almost psyched her
she could’ve been wrong but i couldn’t lie her
i told her sike and (yuh yuh yuh)
lemme just check
[chorus: vibe tyson]
let me just check
got a couple hunnits in my bag
got a couple millions in my bank
making all this money, is ain’t no thang
yeah, i just checked my balance
status i’m rich (yeah, rich yeah)
i just checked my watch it do not tick
(do not tick yeah)
do me wrong your friends gon’ wonder where you is
i just tell em’ that i make a lotta hits
mean i never do miss and my n+ggas don’t miss

[verse 2: tej.dillon]
dollar store, i keep it a
(buck, buck)
your hiney sore, that’s why you do not
(strut, strut)
i’m on that paper chasin’
when i’m not i feel like jason
you wanna battle b you down b for the facing
no i said you’re down before the facing
i got you on you paper erasing
that perfect rhyme you’re chasing
tell me my sh+t is trash i make you disappear
(poof)
ain’t not sh+tting on my tracks
you (g+y ah) lil queer
now i’m clouded with doubt thinking about
how you make me wanna scream and sh+t
when you rapping about, having clout
when you freak out
when you hitting about 1k on a song
critics acting like they king kong
tryna climb to my level of build
speaking in tongues thinking they devil
when i grab a pen and grab me a shovel
ima send you to h+ll and show you real pain
and laugh cause it’s funny, let me just check
[chorus: vibe tyson]
let me just check
got a couple hunnits in my bag
got a couple millions in my bank
making all this money, is ain’t no thang
yeah, i just checked my balance
status i’m rich (yeah, rich yeah)
i just checked my watch it do not tick
(do not tick yeah)
do me wrong your friends gon’ wonder where you is
i just tell em’ that i make a lotta hits
mean i never do miss and my n+ggas don’t miss

- tej dillon lyrics

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