Hit

(Intro)
I been making Hits they been talking sh*t
But if they wanna hit then we with the sh*ts
"I'm about to talk my sh*t real quick"

(Verse 1)
Somebody really these nig*as that I'm back now
Heard they "Run the City" I'm like word is that a fact now?
Flip the script on em let's see how they act now
They say. "ooohhh that's my sh*t" I'm in my bag now
Sim Simma I had a dream I copped a Bimma
Rolling through the city, Top down in the winter
Bad Jamaican chick I feel like Bennie when I with
She call me daddy I'm screaming "Who am I?" When I hit her
She a bad b*tch but she do just what the Don say
I keep em in formation like Beyoncé
Screw face like which pus*y waan play
You get rocked if you look at me the wrong way
Versace down I call that b*tch medusa
Don't trust her smile. She a rider and a shooter
Damn I love the way she ride it
Saying they gon' run up Pus*y Nig*a you should try it

(Chorus)
They been talking sh*t I been making Hits
But we with they sh*ts if they wanna hit
My goons ain't shy baby boy I make em Hit
Drum line with the stick boy we make em hit

(Verse 2)
Now everybody claiming king of this and king of that but I done seen the numbers how you figure that?
You spit that garbage boy I promise I ain't into that
Me? In poetry in motion I deserve a finger snap
I rap heavenly composed this in the holy key
They speaking of a new king tell em behold and C
J, they ice grilled but I promise they ain't Cold (Cole) as me
That's word to Simba they be lying King, I swear It's only me
They said they run the city where? Show me which part
Nah for real homie ..............which part?
They say I'm cold hearted I be like "which heart?"
Shorties try to ride the wave I hit the P and tell that B*tch park!
See I ain't got no love for these b*thches
And I ain't got no love for these nig*as either
Summertime was hot I had to take a breather
But now I'm back to Takeover n*gga this the either
Reggae lock so I guess I gotta double down
I make your b*tch "Milly Rock" and then bubble down
I run 2 genres. I need a double crown
Me and Jay done linked up.."ooouu" y'all in trouble now

(Chorus)
They been talking sh*t I been making Hits
But we with they sh*ts if they wanna hit
My goons ain't shy baby boy I make em Hit
Drum line with the stick boy we make em hit