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Hit-Boy
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Tuh, 2-4
You know it's a fly nigga bible
HB, Hit-Boy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
2 a.m. on Ventura with a bitch that's bad as toddlers
And I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, yeah
Like it, then I holler
D-I-OR her, pop my collar, yeah
Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar, uh-huh
If we talkin' 'bout math, I know how to add up every dollar, yeah
Rolls Royce, gotta have it
Bitch Italian like my fabrics, yeah
Comedian niggas funny
You niggas be wasting money
Shawty gon' eat it up soon as she sees the money, yeah
I keep it P wit' all the G's for real
Spent ten bands on these Carti's so I could see for real
Hit-Boy, that's my twin, that's my twin for rะตal
I told him it's even bettะตr when a real nigga win
That give me motivation (motivation)
CEO at my company, I run mine (run mine)
I'm stepping on these beats like it's the drum line (it's the drum line)
Tuh, I swear that I'm back, I'm back for the first time
You know
Doing shit at the flyest level is all I really care about
It's that fly nigga
Fly nigga bible
HB (look), Surf Club
2 a.m. on Ventura with a bitch that's bad as toddlers
I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, ayy
Like it, then I holler
D-I-OR her, pop my collar (D-I-OR her)
Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar (wasn't no scholar)
Balenciaga bomber on my back, my glasses Prada
Two-hundred rack trips to Nevada
Silks sent from Casablanca
I shot videos in Harlem
We copped plates at the fish spot
Flew back to LAX, 405 traffic gridlocked (gridlocked)
Ace is getting sprayed (sprayed), not up for debate ('bate)
Like I'm pimpin' bait (bait), I just hit my wave (wave)
I could lace you with some G, just don't repeat it
Spread a nigga business, quickest way to get deleted
I can't wreck out, Surf Club, Private Club, that's gang
Pokin' my chest out
Capital on my waistline, they took time with the textiles
Real ones for my section, they steady saying I'm motivatin'
Screw poker and happy facin', can't fake with us
She know the faces
2 a.m. on Ventura with a bitch that's bad as toddlers
And I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, yeah
Like it, then I holler
D-I-OR her, pop my collar, yeah
Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar, uh-huh
If we talkin' 'bout math, I know how to add up every dollar, yeah
Rolls Royce, gotta have it
Bitch Italian like my fabrics, yeah
Comedian niggas funny
You niggas be wasting money
Shorty gon' eat it up soon as she sees the money
Oh
Sell the dopeness, this one's for the mama, oh
She gon' switch sides for the dollar, oh
All I need is 24 four hours with her
Oh-oh-oh
Big dog, no fleas, no collar, oh
Got her hypnotized like papa, oh
The boy gon' hit like, "How this?"
Oh, oh, oh
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