Hitting

(アルバム： So Icy Boyz: The Finale - 2022)

Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothing, no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissing
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hitting (Hitting, hitting, hitting, hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexing these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

Salute to [?], nigga, he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sipping real codeine, no cup of [?]
And if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now, eighty light, be singing, just popping
I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissing, they come up missing
Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as they printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixing drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pouring
But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay with a ratchet, morning
That fire, these niggas knowing the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a [?] artist
It ain't fuck with the school, I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots in this motherfucking truck
Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shooting it off
Soon as I get the number, I'm suing the [?]
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him, I'm whacking that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas capping, I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch, quit playing
I'm saying, get to that check and I do it again

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothing, no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissing
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hitting (Hitting, hitting, hitting, hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexing these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothing, no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissing
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hitting (Hitting, hitting, hitting, hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexing these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hitting (Brr)
How you a rapper, ain't making no money?
Boy, you should think about quitting (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep staying in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", bitch keep stealing my lingo (Well, damn)
Standing on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt)
'Wop singing rappers who trappers went popular
If he weren't rapping, they probably be robbing you (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke)
Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?]
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers
Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci)

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothing, no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissing
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hitting (Hitting, hitting, hitting, hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexing these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothing, no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissing
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hitting (Hitting, hitting, hitting, hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexing these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy