Young Scooter - Hit Somethin lyrics

[Verse 1:] All I hang around is murderers I'm still runnin with the robbers These dope boys my partners So you don't want these problems Squad sh** cause I'll have em sleepin in your closet Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy The n***as that I rock with, don't give a f** about sh** They hot sh**, they got bricks but act like they ain't got sh** With the logic, no need to co*k it, cause I done co*k it Grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and I have em boxin, That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'm a do gymnastics I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket [Hook:] I got a firearm, cook the stove on I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump I'm countin money in my motherf**in Long John And I wish a n***a would steal my ball Get the shotgun, get the chop son How you a street n***a? You ain't got no gun You talking sh** son, better get one We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin [Verse 2:] Lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song Fake rappin a** n***a, make her hit some Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some Your b**h ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some Cut the stove on, let the pot boil I'm a hot boy, n***a f** ya'll Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall Street lottery, that mean my money long Still in poverty, with the jack boys I got 223's, I got max boy Let the dope dry, get your sack boy Free band game, and brick squad [Hook:] I got a firearm, cook the stove on I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump I'm countin money in my motherf**in Long John And I wish a n***a would steal my ball Get the shotgun, get the chop son How you a street n***a? You ain't got no gun You talking sh** son, better get one We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin