Hit The Scene

Hit The Scene - White $osa/NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：James Heathcoat/Bryson Potts

Composed by：James Heathcoat/Bryson Potts

Yeah yeah huh huh

Yeah yeah huh hahaha

Yeah yeah huh yeah

Gucci shoes on my feet

When I hit the scene I'm drippin'

We killin' everybody b***h

I can't leave a witness

Shootin' at that n***a mama

We gon' spare the children

I just copped a brand new llama

Shoot it 'til it's empty

Pow pow on the scene

Shoot the opps 'til they drop drop

24 shots hit his a*s with a shot clock

Couple blunts in rotation

B***h this is a hotbox

Ridin' round with hot Glocks

Tryna pop a n***a top

Only want big dollars no assist

Can't take no dials

No dials

Know these b***hes love me

They get wet just from my rocks

Wet wet

F**k me for my icy watch

Lil' ho get off my top

Get off my top

Been killin' all these rappers

That's just one too many crimes uh

Slide in the space coupe NASA woah

Ice on her neck Alaska froze

All in your girlfriend camera roll

Feelin' too fly like Dasah woah

They wanna see me down down

Lil' b***h I won't go down I can't

Now I'm on the road out of town

They hate that I'm up right now

Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb

Go ape in the booth like I'm Kong

Can't chase me a b***h I want funds

That s**t too bad for my lungs

Ravioli my sauce and Ralph

That's my hoodie

If they ain't got money

They can't even book me

My b***hes be blowin' while eatin' that P***y

I just want the top

Let the gang have your coochie

Gucci shoes on my feet

When I hit the scene I'm drippin'

We killin' everybody b***h

I can't leave a witness

Shootin' at that n***a mama

We gon' spare the children

I just copped a brand new llama

Shoot it 'til it's empty

Pow pow on the scene

Shoot the opps 'til they drop drop

24 shots hit his a*s with a shot clock

Couple blunts in rotation

B***h this is a hotbox

Ridin' round with hot Glocks

Tryna pop a n***a top

Clutchin' my tool

I'm ready to clash out

Just like 2K make a n***a lag out

All of that talkin'

You showin' your a*s now

Hittin' your pockets

I'm runnin' your stash now

Scammin' and rappin'

We want all the fetty

Countin' up green it's comin' like lettuce

Big gas on the low

We pull up and sell it

My mouth on zip you know that I'm jealous

Steppin' to me

He must be on d**gs

As soon as I see him hit him with a slug

Don't f**k with these h*es

I can't show no love

Do dirt on my won with me and my glove

Whoop a n***a a*s he was talkin' too tough

Up the Glock 50 round

I'ma leave a n***a stuck

You know I'm untouchable

I can't be touched t

Ry to rob me better try your luck

Glizzy got a beam and the b***h got a p***s

Hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix

I'm out of this world

I'm livin' on Venus

I pour up the 4s I love to be leanin'

Up the Glock on who

I'ma hit a n***a 4 times Glock 23

Leave a n***a with no mind

Finessin' the city

I feel like I'm 2 Chainz

Shoot him in the back leave him with no spine

How you gon' rob a robber Burberry collar

Hollow tips hit a n***a

Make a n***a holler

Condom on my d**k baby

I don't need no toddler

You know I'm Jamaican

I'm hangin' with them shottas

Yeah ha

Yeah yeah yeah

Rrrah yeah yeah

Hahahaha