New Hit

[Intro]
Elvis, Elvis, Elvis
Grrah, don't run, don't—(Grrah-grrah)
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Like, like, look
Grrah

[Verse]
Catch a Makk from the H and I'm boomin'
If he think it's a fight then he stupid
Knocker on me, I be provin' this music
They ask if I'm droppin' some new shit
And I say when I catch me a new hit
Might catch a body then fly out to Houston
Like, I got it, I know what I'm doin'
Like, I got it, I know what I'm—, look
Like, I got mine, I ain't Nesty, we ain't stoppin' for stop signs
We see the opps, make em' dance like it's Cha-cha
He got hit on his B-Day, piñata
Had eight shots in his chest like it's grava
That nigga broke, boy, he can't show a dollar
AB, I be smokin' ya' father, almost to the top, we just gotta go harder
Like, look, if it's lit, up the knocker and gеt his ass hit
Don't got the knock, we gon' do em' likе Drip
Fuck Rah, nigga dead in a ditch
I'm feelin' high off the Lotti and shit
Like damn, free Gotti and shit
Like damn, free Scottie and shit
Free Rooga, the oota', they flock in the whip
Like look, why these niggas be cappin' in raps?
I can do shit I don't put in these tracks, like
Tell that Nino nigga he a rat, like, I'm in the passenger, sticks in the back, like
And it's still free AR, that's a fact
Everything dead, it's like every opp clapped, like
And it's still free AR, that's a fact
Everything dead, it's like every opp clapped, like
Pop out on a opp, make it scary
I do a hit in some brand new Amiri's
That's how I could kill 'cause I'm fancy
I'm hood, these niggas they pussy, they fear me
Throw a shot if he try to get near me
Don't need a body, gon' run by the damage
Throw a shot if he try to get near me
Don't need a body, gon' run by the damage
Roll that nigga that died at the movies
And I'm still screamin', "Free that boy Dougie"
I'm a rapper so she wanna do me
She throw it back, throw my thing in her booty
It ain't lit cause a nigga ain't shoot me, like, how many niggas I turned to a movie?
It ain't lit cause a nigga ain't—, like, how many niggas I turned to a—, Grrah-grrah
Fuck that, I call Sticks if it's up
That boy a demon, be buggin' for nun'
And these knocks got a dick or a drum, if you run up on one of us, you must be dumb
High School, tryna get that boy lunch, back out, tryna show em' what's up
My opps, they be hatin' that we goin' up
Niggas be broke and they don't got no funds