Hit Stick ft. Bankroll Boomer Lyrics

(LF3 the gang bitch we gonna bang, yeahh)

(Nigga made the hit list, conerback hit stick)

(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

(Yeah)

(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

(QVR)

Yeah

Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick

New designer, Balmain stepping

Murder walking with the gang bitch

It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch

LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous

Draco hit, big kick

Diamonds dance, wrist lit

Suicide, wrist slit

Gucci slacks, big drip

Great white, big fish

Know some shooters that I came with

It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit

Big opp, a lil opp nigga he can get knocked around

I ain't playing if he come around he getting sprayed down

I was out here with my big loc's run the town

If a nigga talking all day he get gunned down

I said chop, chop lay down

Don't wanna hear that gun sound

If its smoke we put him up in the air, yeah he get runned down

Lil shawty wanna fuck with the kid she see my diamonds dance

I'm with 43, Glock 42 extended clip inside my pants

Bitch ass, snitch ass run around town think you tippin'

Nigga we was walking, nigga yeah big crippin'

Slide through bend the block, nigga yeah we get to spinnin'

If a nigga talking down, nigga yeah he stop livin'

Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick

New designer, Balmain stepping

Murder walking with the gang bitch

It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch

LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous

Draco hit, big kick

Diamonds dance, wrist lit

Suicide, wrist slit

Gucci slacks, big drip

Great white, big fish

Know some shooters that I came with

It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit

Draco hit

Big steppin' with that yeah, yeah

Picasso paint the town red

Bitch I got a black flag

Walk 'em down we do 'em bad

Michael Jackson how I'm bad

Pussy nigga talking shit

They can't find like where your body at

Put 'em in a body bag, we gon' zip 'em up

Hunnid round drum in the back of the whip we slide in a bimmer truck

Pussy ass nigga keep playing with the kid, Bankroll gon' wet you up

And I don't care if you like me, nah bitch I don't give a fuck

(I don't give a fuck)

Yeah, all I see is murder

Red, red, red rum

You know that nigga Bankroll

Call up 'Tunkas' and you done

Got a switch on that gun

What you carrying?

A Drum

All I know is murder, murder

Tired to give me murder one

Nigga made the hit list cornerback, hit stick

New designer, Balmain stepping

Murder walking with the gang bitch

It don't even matter where I'm at won't tuck my chain bitch

LF3 the gang we gon' bang, know we dangerous

Draco hit, big kick

Diamonds dance, wrist lit

Suicide, wrist slit

Gucci slacks, big drip

Great white, big fish

Know some shooters that I came with

It don't even matter where we from we on the same shit

(We on the same shit, yeah)

(We on it)

(LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeahh)

(LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeah)

(LF3 the gang we gon' bang, yeahh)