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set the tone - hitkidd lyrics

[intro: aleza]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
a*l*e*z*a

[verse 1: aleza]
see, i’ll break a n*gga pockets ‘fore i let him break my heart
and these b*tches ain’t on sh*t, do all that talkin’ ’til i spark
quick to sell his ass a dream like i’m lucid in the dark
i walked in with pressure on me, building smellin’ like some farts
and i got h*lla n*ggas, i can’t pick, they make it hard
all my opps wanna squash beef, but they done took that sh*t too far
he just asked me did i love him? b*tch, you must be gone off bars
i just stuffed my ‘wood with ‘za, it got me tweakin’, i’m on mars

[verse 2: gloss up]
all that braggin’ ’bout that n*gga got that n*gga f*cked
told that ho listen to lil durk, ’cause, ho, you should’ve ducked
and i ain’t comin’ off that n*gga ‘less he wipe his face
and i ain’t doin’ no wifey sh*t because i know my place
yeah, i got b*tches mad ’cause they facecard can’t pull n*ggas
let me call my n*gga, just know rambo gon’ pull triggers
if i see your n*gga, that’s on your life, you won’t get him back
make him bend me over, make him eat this coochie from the back
[verse 3: glorilla]
dropped my last n*gga and stopped f*ckin’ with his big homie
runnin’ through these n*ggas, lori harvey ain’t got sh*t on me
i know them b*tches watchin’, i look like a f*ckin’ l!ck, don’t it?
talkin’ ’bout me to that n*gga, bet he know that i’m the sh*t, don’t he?
money can’t buy love, but it can buy me that new ‘vette, though
my pockets large, i’m eatin’ good, i’m feelin’ like a fat ho
not steppin’ on no toes because i’m at these b*tches’ neck, ho
wonder why he love my lil’ ass, ’cause he know this p*ssy fat, ho

[verse 4: slimeroni]
what you lookin’ for? you know i’m heat, i’m cookin’, ho
tryna shut me out, motherf*cker, i’ma kick the door
i got the sauce, come l!ck it, ho, fine as f*ck, no ticket, ho
i be with the gang, yeah, we bang, i don’t clique with hoes
it’s the queen of the slimes, queen of the dimes
you know i walk in the spot, don’t wait in no lines
n*ggas broke than a motherf*cker wastin’ my time
i been laughin’ at hoes, they really be tryin’
i got all my haters watchin’, now’s the time for you to clock in
n*ggas don’t want smoke, i call my bro, go get your glock then
b*tch, we run the city, f*ck these n*ggas, man, we top ten
burst a b*tch bubble ’cause these hoes know i’m poppin’

[verse 5: k carbon]
b*tches in my business, can you rappers sell bundles?
ho, you better watch that n*gga ‘fore i make you come up off him
he only a dog to you, i put him on a leash and walk him
said i gotta stop sh*ttin’ on b*tches ’cause i do it way too often
put me on any beat, challenge me, b*tches can’t f*ck with me
lyrically, i’m a beast, on my gang, that’s on cge
you b*tches play, i drop a bag, our members active in the street
i like n*ggas with fire head, when he done, i’m goin’ straight to sleep
i like n*ggas with big bread, make a twenty, you can match that
we can’t get caught textin’, so just hit me through your snapchat
opps can’t get caught lackin’, we put ’em behind a hashtag
thinkin’ that i like, i’m tryna find out where his stash at
[outro]
y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
hold up, glitter gang sh*t
glorilla, b*tch
a*l*e*z*a
k carbon, yeah, f*ck y’all thought?
ayy, they got us f*cked up
b*tches got me f*cked up
h*ll nah
play this sh*t back, allie

- hitkidd lyrics

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