Slimeroni - Hittaz Lyrics

I got sum hittaz
Brrratt
Slatt

You know who the f*ck it is
Slime bitch
Aye

Uh

Lemme tell ya sum

I-I
I know sum niggas in the ville
They b ready for a kill
Got my hittaz out in memphis
Laying low up in the trenches
Plenty shooters in atlanta wit the drakos and the hammers
From the hood we living good
Driving lambos and the phantoms

Out the mud baby
You know I'm a thug baby
Yeah I'm the plug baby
Trap been showing love lately
I get it, stack it, and flip it
Cause being broke ian widdit
They way i flip on a beam
You would think that I'm a gymnast
When you born in the struggle
You make it do what it do
When you starving in these streets
You would kill for sum food
I need the bread and the cheese
AK's and 223's
Red dot to the dome
Snipers posted in the trees
I just wanna feed my people
I see the hurt in the eyes
Trynna move em out west and let em watch the sunrise
I aint even made it yet
Just know I'm having my way
Even on my off days imma still get paid

Im good in every hood don't you ever forget it
Keep the toolie in the louie niggas play imma rip it
Imma walking lick riding round wit a stick
Im with the gang you know we bang
You hoes only got a clique
Bitch

Know sum niggas in the ville
They b ready for a kill
Got my hittaz out in memphis
Laying low up in the trenches
Plenty shooters in atlanta wit the drakos and the hammers
From the hood we living good
Driving lambos and the phantoms

Shooters all up in my circle
Index thumb in a circle
Niggas pussy and they fertile
Mixing red with the purple
Had to gone hit the dash
12 was right up on my ass
Im ya plug favorite plug serving lil homies gas
Hood baby at heart with rich nigga tendencies
When i say that I'm from memphis ian claiming tennessee
Balenciaga louie v all this money blue and green
In the benz wit the B's wit a trunk full of P's
I aint gotta f*ck these niggas
Cause they f*cking wit me
Keep it a bean
Keep it P
Now they part of my team
I got love for all my shottas
Trust me
You don't want no problems
Catch a body
Not gone solve it
Trust me
You don't want no problems

Slime these niggas out
Put sum bullets in his mouth
Spray that nigga mama house
Cause that nigga ran his mouth
Not religious
Rocking christian's
Red bottoms
Blood dripping
Niggas mighty and hey crippin'
Getting guap so we aint tripping

Know sum niggas in the ville
They b ready for a kill
Got my hittaz out in memphis
Laying low up in the trenches
Plenty shooters in atlanta wit the drakos and the hammers
From the hood we living good
Driving lambos and the phantoms