Hitman & Jet 2 - Gatorade lyrics

[Verse 1: Hitman] Trees on deck, tryin' to cop from a n***a? Match a couple blunts, hot box with a n***a Session's a blessing, cause I be high as heaven Rollin' with some n***as that'll pull a two eleven Insane my nuts hang you hoes better catch 'em Like a fat b**h, how the hell can you miss 'em Kiss 'em, usually I'm trying sh** first I'm chilly with the lyrics, that's a cold piece of work I'll smash out her a**, fast cash out the purse In the stu, go mad a** like I'm cursed Evil in the church, demon on the verse Cause you a Chevy n***a while I'm dippin' out the hearse Times reversed backwards in my nurse Cause she don't heal a thang, just keep a n***a jerked Keep a n***a worked long as she's out the shirt With her screaming all night like the b**h givin' birth [Verse 1: Jet 2] (uhh, what?) Yeah I know you n***as missed us Jump off, jump ball, jump hard to get your tips up Jump off, jump on, I'm tryin' to get my di di di di Jump off, jump on like "it's me b**hes" Different type of rhythm when I'm chillin' with Wrekless Yeah all my n***as got that flow and you can get sea sickness Y'all flow below the waist, I should've peed in it Music is my religion and I'm loving it that I made that decision Rappin' for the fun of it, f** it then Want us for the feature, it's a couple grand, MGM Grammys and Emmys and Eminem with M&Ms That was probably cliché, but she say it get her panties wet Gotta vent... gotta vent mutha-f**a To me that's the only thing that really ever made sense Promise to myself before I end I'd say this Girl let me have a kiss of your Gatorade lips [Hook: Jet 2] Stuntin' in a major way From back in the day when we used to pay to play This is just one thing, n***a Amerie We never took a break, never had Gatorade (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: Hitman] Fight for the cause, I'll fight for the green Real out here, boy life's but a dream Blood on the scene, Wrekless O.D For the last n***a tryin' to talk sh** lowkey On me, oz of the best sh** Probably O.G., weak flows get arrested Bars on lock, n***a I can't stress this n***a I can't... Empty magazine, n***as ain't talkin' Word Up Cereal k**a', k** a n***a on purpose Smoke with the crew, girl tell me was it worth it When yo' a** kicked out damn near feelin' worthless Oh you ain't deserve it? Hoes always nervous s** a lil' dick, youze a flip closed curtain For certain you hurtin', better off comin' clean Live and direct dishin' out what you need (what you need) [Verse 2: Jet 2] What you need, yeah we got that Where you at? No where... How can I breathe with no air? Girl you make me wanna Jordin Sparks that Ride it with no brakes until you need a break Ride it with no brakes until you notice you ain't even had the carfax Ride it with no brakes until you notice you ain't even notice You ain't even move the damn car out of park yet (huh) How the hell we supposed to start that Flight in thirty minutes with yo Gatorade bubble bath You can quench my thirst with yo Gatorade bubbled a** Once I find I'm in, I'll be outer space hoverin' You gon' need a halftime on it Gettin' chips, ever notice that they double up when you've got the bigger bag? Ain't got it yet, but I'mma need another hand in advance, damn [Hook 2x]