Hit After Hit Lyrics

I can't stop, how I'm comin

Need it all, every penny

How it be when you really from nothin'

Fuck stuntin', I'm tryna run me some money

Can't let him see how I'm doin' it

Ain't a fool or a dummy

But when it's time, I bet I talk with them hunnids

Gone always handle my thang

Whether it's two or a dozen

Tracy bitches spend the lowest

Want the most and be ugly

Went to the plug, said

If you got it like you say

Nigga, throw it

Went to the hood the other day

Said, I'm out plans, tryna own it

Make it hits after hits

How I'm gon' get rich

I'm sellin' this after this

Doin' this after this

Ask my conscience

It's gon' tell you that it is what it is

Give a fuck bout nothin'

Just wanna live to see them M's

K stand for kill

Nigga, E for everything

Tryna find a way to reach out

To the man in Medellin

What you want

We sellin' things

Real nigga, yeah

They see it in me in everything

I'm just rockstar racin

Hearin' all the doubt

They say we might not make it

They do not sound patient

I been on my craft

Standin' on they faces

Nigga, most gon' hate it

But they all gon' take it

I'm a boss

Problem with the spendin

Buyin' shit like

Fuck the cost

Nowhere near the richest

Lettin' you know that I got flaws

If any of my people

Ain't no way I ain't involved

Fuck the ups and dodge da

Laws' forever locked in

With my dawgs

Me and him

Two different worlds

They won't believe we hit it off

Move it all and get it off

Twenty-three without no charge

I done let this bitch blow

But then again

I wasn't involved

Can never tell you all I saw

I'm just chillin'

Makin' hits after hits

How I'm gon' get rich

I'm sellin' this after this

Doin' this after this

Ask my conscience

It's gon' tell you that it is

What it is

Give a fuck bout nothin'

Just wanna live to see them M's

Fucked her good

And gave her back to dog

He would want her

Learned the ones who talk the most

The one gets stood over

Young as hell

First time when it bought me

A moncler

Had a job

And all this shit a hustle

I don't care

They can't stop me

Boy, I swear

How I do this shit so well

How I rap for real

While packin' drugs

And still ain't been to jail

But honestly

I did some shit

I know I died

Gon' go to hell

Glad I ain't put my trust in dog

I know when time his ass gon' sell

Fuck bout nothin'

Just want to live and count my bands

Boy talkin out his neck

Leave the pussy where he stand

Put some instruments on his ass

Like I'm tryna start a band

I sell they ass a dream

Before I let them count my hand

Learned to read people in the hood

I know they serious when they playin

Everybody I came up with

Is either dead or in the can

Now, you understand my stance

Tryna get my pape low

Bruh, I ain't tryna be the man

This shit all part of the plan

Making hits after hits

How I'm gon' get rich

I'm sellin' this after this

Doin' this after this

Ask my conscience

It's gon' tell you that it is

What it is

Give a fuck bout nothin'

Just wanna live to see them M's

Fuck bout none just wanna live to see them Ms, give a fuck bout none just wanna live to see them Ms

Fuck bout none just wanna live to see them M's give a fuck bout none just wanna live to see them Ms

Making hits after hits

How I'm gone get rich

I'm sellin this after this

Doin' this after this

Ask my conscious its

Gon' tell you that it is what it is

Give a fuck bout nothin', just wanna let her see them M's