(Hit-boy) In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'

When I fly to Detroit, then go to Doc trial (my nigga)
If I say I love it, that's what I'm gon' die 'bout (on God)
I ain't fly a lil' hoe out, she use her Sky Miles
Had to kick the lean that shit fucked up my bars
Real niggas ain't gotta say they real niggas
Ain't got no clips but I'm still in the field with it
Don't like me? You gotta kill me or deal with it
From niggas houses to penthouses, it's how I feel, nigga (good nigga)
I got heart but bitch I'm heartless at the same time (heartless)
If you get paid for tellin' the truth, we got the same grind
Think 'bout your peoples every day, we got the same mind
Deal with they problems and my problems at the same time (yeah, gang)

In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'

Michael Jordan used to shoot a thousands shot a day (what?)
Fuck hoopin', Booka tryna shoot a thousand opps today
They know I ain't 'bout to play
Watch out when I cock the K
Speakin' of hoopin' I fuck hoes then have 'em hooked like Dr. Jay (facts)
In the Eastside throwin' up the West like Dr. Dre (West)
Got two hunnid thousand on me, fuck it, it's that type of day
That bitch snort that Baccarat, it made her feel some type of way
As we speak me and Kerwin got ten different type of players
Hol' up, ay (ay, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Billion streams on Spotify (facts)
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta die"

In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (go get 'em)
Them hittas do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the set, we like limon (protect)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time it (got this huh?)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (nigga what?)
Bro get five hunnid every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin' (that's my baby)

I got a billion streams on Spotify
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot an opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that nigga slide"
Blacko like, "He gotta go, he gotta die"

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace