Another Hit ft. Ten Faxts Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Ight, I'm ready)

Yeah, Big blick, Strapped Up

Maybach, Benz truck

Postin' all dem switches on da net gone getchu fucked up

Can't call my gang a bitch, You can't name one nigga dat touched us

He mad about a bitch cause every bitch he had done fucked us

Ima big dawg like i'm rick ross, cross em up like chris paul

He jumped straight off the porch without no pads, Now that's a big fall

Shawty green as fuck, She mad that I won't fuck her, Now she pissed off

Called em Peanut in da hood, He went to jail dey call em mad dog

Yeah, Coughin off da gas, I'm in da booth, I think I got the flu

Pull up wit Lil Ten, You piss em off & we gone shoot at you

(Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh)

Ian wit dat talkin, Call up Jayo, Put dat stick on you

Seen em walkin out da sto, We shot em, Thought chu bullet proof

Luh buddy seen me walkin, Seen a ghost, He started turnin blue

I seen his gun, I want it, Yea im slimey, Know i took it too

Marlo got me coughin, got me thinkin dat I got da flu

Take a nigga shit, My hand be sticky, Like some fuckin glue

Know dat ima pop dat boy

Know dat ima smoke dat boy

Nigga think we playin, We gone spin his block wit all dese toys

Fuckin on yo momma, Boy dat pussy, it jus bring me joy

I'm shootin all dese niggas, Nd makin songs, I guess you can call me troy

Popped em wit dis Glockae

Shootin movies, Friday

I'm not finna kill you nd get locked up, Finna call Jae

Got a drop, I'm comin down yo block, You better go pray

Block he get to trippin, He gone step on you so be safe

Throw yo set up, Nigga whatchu bang

Throw yo set up, Nigga show dem whatchu claim

Whatchu gone do if a nigga reach up for yo chain?

Yeah, You betta show dem whatchu bang