Hit After Hit

[Intro: PFA Leek]
Like, like, nigga ah, ah, like
PFA man they know what's up nigga, shot after shot nigga
Its the hit after hit nigga everybody get low nigga, nigga ah, ah

[Verse 1: PFA Leek]
Youngest nigga in my town, I be rapping, sliding, trapping, providing nigga that's for my gang
Jewels on my drip, hop off they dick, better go do your homework you mention my name
I can either go pull up from deep, or a rap on a beat, side step bro send 'em like Dame
I ain't even tryna diss on them blocks, he said what he said, if I see 'em I'm lettin' it bang
When I walk thru the trenches the call me the hope
Fuck fame I still walk wit this 30 I tote
KJ on my dick, I just got the drop from Aliyah, I'm sorry bae I gotta go
Slide and make it lit, I hope it's a crime when we see him, we playing "Eenie Meenie Moe"
Once I reach for this-, everybody get-, Like boaw, boaw, you should already know
I smoke Ju to the face (JuJu)
Wrda bro we was bending the Ape
See Etho leave 'em on his face (CJ)
Bro said you got a case
I know that I'm good in this V, if they pull up, Jake be takin' chase
And I'm totin' on led, and its not a pencil, I catch one I promise he gettin' erased
He was talkin that shit, I heard Loopy got stomped in the street, I was there he would've been a 8th
Every track is a hit, tell 'em give me my props
Every time I'ma flick, I don't care about cops
And they swear they crazy, make it look good for the media I promise them niggas is not
Rello caught a shot to the back, niggas tryna hush that but I'ma make it hot
KJ almost died, and he keep dissin' my niggas, like someone tell that nigga stop
I told AJ just listen up bro this the plan
Can't get to KJ we gettin' his mans
Can't get to Etho, we got to lil [?], I been itchin' and waitin' to send 'em to Bandz
Nunnie Da III nigga suck my dick, he keep saying my name whole time he a fan
Lil Sy got beat and took it on the hop, he never got back nigga you should've ran

[Verse 2: Rivtwer AJ]
Like Look, Ima finish what he started
I'm back in this shit but I'm going retarded
Lil Mel gon' shoot step back like he Harden
Don't question my loyalty nigga I'm honest
I gotta aim when I flick at a target
But I'ma take flight if he speak in this car
Don't speak in my presence, if it ain't about dollars
Ain't duckin' no wreck got the knock in my joggers
Like, he 'bout to clock out
I'ma troop back to the P's wit my knock out
Tell brodie watch out
Like J4 was hoppin' off bikes scream "Choo" wit da chop out
Bitch I'm the G wit a whole lot of C notes
Been thru them sides while we lookin for Etho
Heart turn cold I'm still clutchin' a heat though
Knock, Knock, Shot should've looked thru the peephole
Nunnie got stained for the G get back
Gunna got left on the floor that's a fact
Double back if you could've made AJ a pack
Don't diss me if ya linkin' up wit da rats
Me and Lil Leeky Da G wit da raps
Don't test it we still tryna make us a pack
My brother a push up type of nigga, I'ma sit up and throw back if the opps come attack
Dead-dead-dead gang, catch Hunna B if he lack
You on Rockaway, we be posted on the Ave
[?] hold fifteen totin' a MAC
Step back like Curry floatin' to the rack
Looking for who? I'm in they hood right now, two knocks know I'm good right now
Etho a clown, we sit 'em down, all them Suave [?] is booked right now (Gloaw)