HMP (OG Version) Lyrics

Hit my phone

Hit my phone

Drop me in on this one

Yeah, yeah,

Ayy, it's five in the morning, we slide through traffic

Yeah, fuck nigga can have it

Sending these bullets, ain't talking about Patrick

Yeah I'm Hardaway like Penny off Magic

Could've fucked on your bitch, but this shit could get tragic

Look at my wrist that boy rockin' a patek

Hop out the cut with this motherfuckin' ratchet

Tryna get rich, disappear like my daddy

Got a thick bitch and she calling me nasty

Can't fuck on the bitche if the bitch ain't classy

You would get robbed if you flexing and flashing

Flip that boy whip, tell the police he crash it

Boy know he trash, I call him a maggot

I feel like a TV, I'm bringing the static

I be in the park where this shit get Jurassic

I stretched out ya bitch, now she feeling elastic

(Somebody loves you, baby)

Hit My Phone, Its Me

Hit my phone

(Somebody loves you, baby)

(You know who it is)

Yeah, yeah

If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna do right

You play with my yeah, you losing your life

These little niggas know I'm scratch like a dyke

I feel like construction I'm laying this pipe

He carry that gun, cause he can't even fight

Can't fuck with these bitches, they really be trife

Got a cougar bitch, she pointing henny on ice

She loving on me cause I'm hitting it right

He like to slow roll her, but I'ma control her

She ask do I love her and then tell me to show it

Now she riding my dick, and I tell her to throw it

I ask is it mine, she say that you know it

She want me to pull her, I tell her to know this

I ain't coming to see you Otis don't think that it's motion

Feel like Trey cause I dive in your ocean

Somebody love's you baby

Oh, oh, oh

Somebody love's you baby