Cashskeet - Hit Or Miss Lyrics

League Player shit
Every time I do a scam, that shit hit or miss
Every time I get done f*cking, I gotta take a piss
Riding in them strikers, I got K-Bro, got the switch
I dont really like her, I want pape, she just want the dick
I just one night her, I swear to God, she ain't get a kiss
Rolling up out the pound remember we was smoking zips
Told bro, if you put him on the ground, better tap his hips
Me and bae just, got our passport, we finna start taking trips
Took my son to the doctor, whole fam got matching fits
Mike said, don't bring no swishers in this session, we don't match that shit
I just came 41, but I bet you can't match that bitch
Ny'Sir came a piece too, and he came matching hat and kicks
The drawer pop, the clerk thought I had a f*cking magic hat with tricks
When I was young, my stepdad used to hide the strap by the tricks
Nowadays, I can walk up in the store and buy a blick
Catch me on the east side with the heads, they get me rich
She just came from giving head and she mad, I post my bitch
Im riding with my nigga Cheese and he tryna catch some fish
Tell my bitch she the one, not number two like D-Fish
You want skeet up on your beat right now, it's only three slips
I put my foot up on her face when we on that freak shit
Dee seen a pop out, so he text me deep dish
Two day on the road a ten, you on some take a week shit
Like it the last play of the game, she on some take a knee shit
I'm finna do a game breaker, guess I'm on some street shit
Two letters before I, yeah, I'm a G, bitch
Your jeweler hammed you them SI's, you ain't even peep it
You ain't even take it back, you the type to keep it
When I move out of state, I'm on some by the beach shit
Fell in love with the punches, cause I love free shit
But I get it out the mud, nigga, cause I'm a hustler
Yo, baby daddy, he a store runner and a f*ckin' smuggler
I just f*ck up a check and run it up when the summer over
Hit the bitch in the club bathroom, thought she was comin' over