The Hills ft. GetCuddy Lyrics

Way up, way up, in The Hills

Way up, in The Hills

I gotta the ball on these niggas, these niggas, they sayin' they hot, knowin' I kill

Slippin', I fall on these bitches, I'm mixing', I'm mixing' they pot

You really want war? Man, I want all of them niggas, them niggas, they talkin' like that

No, knock at that door, we comin' in semi auto puttin' niggas all up on their back

No need for that score, still gettin' chicken, nigga, countin' up all these racks

And that's a fact, is you with me, nigga? Man, we about to go and get him back

I ain't off that, if you spinnin' with me, nigga, better hit him in his back

Man y'all all Cap, talkin' hot, boy, better know just where the fuck you at

Not a cop, boy, I'll leave a nigga stinkin', leakin' where he fuckin' at

(man that's lock jaw)

When I rag a nigga, then I drag a nigga to the back, do not bark wrong

Hold up, wait, plenty of niggas, they want me to quit, but I already know

This is inevitable, I got a shovel or two, I got a story for you

Someone should tell you the truth, time runnin' low for you

Do what you supposed to do, mine the ones close to you

My own niggas, them niggas, they take your ass out on the road

Some Grimmy-ass niggas, them niggas, they flip your ass under the boat

So watch how you kick it, them niggas, they slip your ass under the throat

Need no Jada Pickett, them bitches gon' dress and act like hoes

This is inevitable, I got a shovel or two, I got a story for you

Someone should tell you the truth, time runnin' low for you

Do what you supposed to do, mine the ones close to you

My own niggas, them niggas, they take your ass

Way up, in The Hills, way up, in The Hills

I gotta the ball on these niggas, these niggas, they sayin' they hot, knowin' I kill

Slippin', I fall on these bitches, I'm mixing', I'm mixing' they pot

You really want war? Man, I want all of them niggas, them niggas, they talkin' like that

No, knock at that door, we comin' in semi auto puttin' niggas all up on their back

No need for that score, still gettin' chicken, nigga, countin' up all these racks

And that's a fact, is you with me, nigga? Man, we about to go and get him back

I ain't off that, if you spinnin' with me, nigga, better hit him in his back

Man y'all all Cap, talkin' hot, boy, better know just where the fuck you at

Not a cop, boy, I'll leave a nigga stinkin', leakin' where he fuckin' at

(man that's lock jaw)

When I rag a nigga, then I drag a nigga to the back, do not bark wrong