Hit Or Miss Lyrics

League Player shit

Every time I do a scam, that shit hit or miss

Every time I get done fucking, I gotta take a piss

Riding in them strikers, I got K-Bro, got the switch

I dont really like her, I want pape, she just want the dick

I just one night her, I swear to God, she ain't get a kiss

Rolling up out the pound remember we was smoking zips

Told bro, if you put him on the ground, better tap his hips

Me and bae just, got our passport, we finna start taking trips

Took my son to the doctor, whole fam got matching fits

Mike said, don't bring no swishers in this session, we don't match that shit

I just came 41, but I bet you can't match that bitch

Ny'Sir came a piece too, and he came matching hat and kicks

The drawer pop, the clerk thought I had a fucking magic hat with tricks

When I was young, my stepdad used to hide the strap by the tricks

Nowadays, I can walk up in the store and buy a blick

Catch me on the east side with the heads, they get me rich

She just came from giving head and she mad, I post my bitch

Im riding with my nigga Cheese and he tryna catch some fish

Tell my bitch she the one, not number two like D-Fish

You want skeet up on your beat right now, it's only three slips

I put my foot up on her face when we on that freak shit

Dee seen a pop out, so he text me deep dish

Two day on the road a ten, you on some take a week shit

Like it the last play of the game, she on some take a knee shit

I'm finna do a game breaker, guess I'm on some street shit

Two letters before I, yeah, I'm a G, bitch

Your jeweler hammed you them SI's, you ain't even peep it

You ain't even take it back, you the type to keep it

When I move out of state, I'm on some by the beach shit

Fell in love with the punches, cause I love free shit

But I get it out the mud, nigga, cause I'm a hustler

Yo, baby daddy, he a store runner and a fuckin' smuggler

I just fuck up a check and run it up when the summer over

Hit the bitch in the club bathroom, thought she was comin' over