Hit (Explicit)

Hit (Explicit) - Quality Control/YRN Murk

Lyrics by：Kedrick Cannady

Composed by：Kedrick Cannady

808 Mafia

Zone six n***a Pyrex whipper

Pyrex

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Pull up an' pow

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Yeah

AKs SKs three fifty-sevens I know you don't wanna play

Yeah

Good d**e in my trap

We hit it one time and gon' lock up your rib cage

B***h

Beat a n***a Quinton Rampage

Beat 'em up

Black gloves when I grip the K

Black gloves

Yeah yeah yeah you hear them gunshots

They go off like every day

Pow

Give your b***h sexual healin' like Marvin Gaye

Sexual

Drop your six inside a tropical minute made

Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B

Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B

These n***as my little mini-mes

Take your b***h out to eat we go to Busy Bee

Come here

That chopper headshot we don't aim at knees

S**t bad he got a stomach disease

What you say I cannot hear you

God keep me company so I don't fear you

God

I got that antidote I will not cure you

Balenciaga bubble jacket it's cold

Balenciaga

But he a lab rat he sniff up his nose

Cole promised we gon' shoot up with poles

You get ten feet next to me you gon' get froze

I flew to Egypt and I flew back with gold

John Wick

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Pull up an' pow

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I don't post guns on Instagram

No

Stupid n***a that's how you get jammed

Dummy

I'm not tryin' to go back to the slam

Slammer

Cockin' back and shootin' 'til I'm found

Blaow

All this water you should build a dam

Water

Taxin' peons like I'm Uncle Sam

Peons

Pull up and let the s**t hit

Let the s**t hit

Perfect and I will not miss

I will not miss

I do not go for the dissin'

Start a caravan handle my business

Start the caravan

Big bag on my back like like it's Santa Claus

Christmas

Talkin' s**t add your name to the hitlist

Hitlist

Everybody wanna f**k with the gang 'cause they needed protection

Gang

Only rich n***as stand in my section

Rich

Fifth-generation Glock my weapon

Blaow

If the bullet miss you that's your blessin'

That's your blessin'

I though youngins grippin' Smith Wessons

Smith Wessons

This a million-dollar lick

Lick

You better take every brick

Take every brick

That thousand bag leave a stench

Stench

Rottweilers in my fence

Grr

Send a pack to prison yards

Over there

I know some inmates f**king guards

Smash

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Pull up an' pow

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit

Let that s**t loose

Pull up with sticks and we hit