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young scooter - hit somethin lyrics

[verse 1:]
all i hang around is murderers
i’m still runnin with the robbers
these dope boys my partners
so you don’t want these problems
squad sh-t cause i’ll have em sleepin in your closet
take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy
the n-gg-s that i rock with, don’t give a f-ck about
sh-t
they hot sh-t, they got bricks but act like they ain’t
got sh-t
with the logic, no need to c-ck it, cause i done c-ck
it
grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and
i have em boxin,
that’s fantastic, the pager landed, i’m a do gymnastics
i’m nasty, i shoot you in your face then close your
casket

[hook:]
i got a firearm, cook the stove on
i’m in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
i’m countin money in my motherf-ckin long john
and i wish a n-gg- would steal my ball
get the shotgun, get the chop son
how you a street n-gg-? you ain’t got no gun
you talking sh-t son, better get one
we ain’t shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin

[verse 2:]
lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song
fake rappin -ss n-gg-, make her hit some
talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or
some
your b-tch ain’t got no red bottoms, go and get her
some
cut the stove on, let the pot boil
i’m a hot boy, n-gg- f-ck ya’ll
turn it up a notch, ball till i fall
street lottery, that mean my money long
still in poverty, with the jack boys
i got 223’s, i got max boy
let the dope dry, get your sack boy
free band game, and brick squad

- young scooter lyrics

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