Hit The Crowd

(álbum: Barmelo Xanthony - 2023)

Don't give a fuck, I'll shoot at the crowd
Got a two-tone Glock, that bitch look like a cow
I told that nigga, "Stop internet bluffing
You better go home and take care of that child"
I got a Lamb' truck, said, "Fuck a Masi'"
Fifty K on me with switch in my pocket
Got a lot of Drac', ain't talking 'bout Aubrey
We meet your man anywhere, I'm Young Joc-ing
While lot of drip on, bitch wanna fuck, make the bed wet
Hit her off the top, I been that
Internet nigga, better get him a headset
You better stop bluffing, we know where that crib at
I told my nigga better keep that forty on him
Whole lot of blue, walk around with the Corbin on me
Front door move, we don't gotta put a shorty on him
All of the shit that I did, only Lord knows
Heard cuz was hot and he tipping, that's how he got whacked
Four-five with a switch, bitch hit like a MAC
Set him up, get cool do one of the tats
He think he incredible, turn him to Jack-Jack
Shootbaby serving
Got rich as a bitch, now I'm fuckin on nurses
Oh, that nigga dead? Yeah, we did it on purpose
Maybach truck and my house got the same curtain
Give me that Drac', I'll show you how the thing work
Shotgun open his head like a brain surgeon
Nigga got robbed off them RP 30s
The fuck did you hop in the streets for? You nervous
Bitch-ass nigga, he thinking that he stepping
Both of my spiritual bitches got a dreamcatcher
Rap nigga, we gon' shoot up that C7
I think the whole TSF got a lean fetish
Uh, by C Road, meet me by the liquor
Smoking on, damn, I don't remember
Fuck a stepper, we got serial killers
I know a white bitch named Emma
Bitch in her feelings, she listen to SZA
Homes, you a bitch, never been a killer
On the run from probation and Rent-A-Center
Bitch gave me five bands, tryna pimp her
Bitch gave me five Xans, I don't remember
Sent me her Cash App, I ain't tricking
This ain't McDonald's, we got McChicken
I don't like gloves, nigga, I'm a rinser
Xanman wild, catch me off a dipper
I'm doing dippers with my bitch Marissa
I ain't buying a bitch, I'll rent her
Rap nigga, we gon' hit up that Sprinter
I like fentanyl, feel the itch
I like seeing bodies, I'm sick
Nigga, my grandmother like Prince
Drum on a Glock, we gon' set like this
I ain't teach my son 'bout Lilo and Stitch
I taught my son 'bout a big-ass switch
I taught my daughter how to NaeNae and Whip
I taught my daughter to pull out the fifth
Well grandad, I was in jail with a knife
My daughter too pretty, she gon' be a dyke
My son gon' be a shooter with some stripes

Damn, I'm fucked up for real
I'm too rich to thinking like that, but
Damn, I don't give a fuck