Hit 'em ft. AK From The 415 Lyrics

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it

Word to my guys imma go spin his block

Nigga be talking, he thinking he hot

Homie be thinking he selling that rock

I know he not doing shit on the spot

Look at me nigga I shine with my team

Don't even trip, my boy keeping the gleam

Fuck what you thinking and fuck how you feel

All of the shit I'm saying is too real

All that I need right now is all of the mills

All that I care about is all of them bills

Motherfucker try to test me, for real

What you gonna gain out of it, a deal

My youngins getting ready to eat a meal

Give him the dough and you know it's sealed

Got some partners that stay in the field

Don't try to run up, you might get killed

Hop in the booth, spit it then leave

Why you be talking, you capping on me

I got a future you cant even see

Toronto to Marin we keeping it real

Independent we still getting deals

Just wanna feed my family all the time

Why is you thinking that I always lie

Shoutout to Harm, we just too good for rhymes

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it

Labels hit me up, we wanna sign you, you the hottest kid

I be independent, give a fuck 'bout what your artist did

I ain't signin' nothin', you all phony, getting' my own bread

Try to run up on me, pop you in yo' head, bitch, now you dead

I do not fuck with the feds

Run up on me then you dead

Yo' bitch just gave me some head

Best believe we gon' leave you in debt

When I'm mad, I'm seein' in red

Fuck a bitch, I ain't got no ex

So, imma just chase them checks

Flex on a bitch and boy, you next

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it

Ride for my bruddas, they die, I die wit 'em

Run up on us, well, that 40 it hit 'em

He hit a dance, boy, you feel that rhythm

He a bitch, got more respect for his sister

All these drugs runnin' laps through my system

Called that bitch a hoe but you know I still hit it

Ball from the 3 but you know I'm gon' hit it

Word to my guys that I will never miss it