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Lirik 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