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who needs a hit? ft. holy - b gav lyrics

[intro]
you know how it is man
just got to round 247 on bloons
you know how it is
also, i’ve never been on sh*t
never will be on sh*t, i will never do sh*t
also, f*ck thomas addotta

[chorus]
hop on this beat like “who needs a hit?”
closet bipolar it keep throwin’ fits
boy can’t rap, think he should quit
he be in the studio not cookin’ sh*t
thought he was up, flip that script
just like a puddle, b*tch i’m drip
song was ass, sh*t was a skip
with no gangs, i’m not a crip
[verse 1]
walkin’ ’em down just like kemba
you are not with us, you not a member
b*tch i’m the goat, born in december
rolling with holy, born in september
in my city, feel like batman
droppin’ bombs like i’m in iran
konnichiwa like from j*pan
b*tch i’m a playmaker stick to the plan

[bridge]
i’m indeed* (haha)
i’m indeed addicted to winning (haha)
my addiction to winning is too big (haha)
another thing i’m addicted to is being a munch (haha)

[verse 2]
my opps live in north carolina
my b*tch bad like blac chyna
can’t punch me i’m a minor
reading like i got the steiner
b*tch i’m broke got no designer
but it don’t matter cause my b*tch finer
choppa sing like it in a choir (aaaa)
making hits like i’m a 49er
[chorus]
hop on this beat like “who needs a hit?”
closet bipolar it keep throwin’ fits
boy can’t rap, think he should quit
he be in the studio not cookin’ sh*t
thought he was up, flip that script
just like a puddle, b*tch i’m drip
song was ass, sh*t was a skip
with no gangs, i’m not a crip

[verse 3: holy]
i said with no gangs, i ain’t a crip
walk down boys leave ’em in a ditch
five by five my shooters never miss
my glocks might be g*y cause they finna kiss
finna school the boy then his ass dismissed
broke up with that b*tch but she still gonna reminisce
i’m quicker than a cobra the way that i hiss
sh*t on these boys like i’m boutta p*ss
dropped his body right in that abyss
my shooters lights out like it’s an eclipse
i said i light his fro up like he michael jack
left his ass prayin bro please don’t stand back
told his b*tch ass don’t try that sh*t again cause i never lack
yeah i said i never lack
gone off the drugs might od
gone off the percs god help me
i said i wonder who really gon’ ride with me
like stay ten toes or die with me
r.i.p. who will fly with me
this sh*t ain’t a game ain’t gon’ slide with me
don’t try to run you can’t hide from me
when i’m down who gonna provide for me
when it’s my time who really gonna cry for me
[bridge]
like this sh*t get real personal
like, i just need my day ones to really ride for me
because, sh*t gets serious and n0body gon’ ride for me
n0body gon’ cry for me
imma need me, imma still be me

[verse 4: holy]
imma run to the pack like a touchdown
man they really gon’ hate cause i’m up now
i’m smoking good tree man it’s so loud
i got big so quick and they asking “how?”
that sh*t got to me ain’t much to say now
they always asking “how was your day” now
pockets fat like santa cause i’m finna sleigh(slay) now
they always doubt it but now they gotta believe it
sh*t’s so crazy to me like am i dreaming
like is this how it seems, is this how it go
i scammed his ass for the low low low
they tryna copy me but that’s a no no no
i’m one of a kind i’ve been doin’ it
your b*tch wanna f*ck and i’m doin’ it
they always asking like how am i doin’ it

- b gav lyrics

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