Hitter by Q Da Fool Lyrics
Intro
Uh
Let's get it
I'm just scheming
I'm just plotting who Imma be with
Who Imma rob
Who Imma kill just gotta do it quick
And I'm done saving b*tches all they do is quit
Q Da Fool don't need a shooter all they do is miss
All I do is hit
Shot that n*gga car up f*ck who he with
I don't do no choosing
I don't got no picks
Had my n*gga waiting three years cause he waived his hicks
Verse
Yeah that's a hicks date
Put that .45 up in his face
I'm a cool n*gga I just like to spray the K
In and out of jail my whole life I don't like to wait
Me and my b*tch moved out cause we ain't like the place
I be riding through the city with no license plates
I be riding through the city with my rifle bae
And it's a two seater so we can't chill today
They let the killer off the leash
It's time to eat I brought a feast
We getting money, none the least
All cash, nothing least
I've been grinding babygirl I ain't sleep in weeks
I see you working hard too let me rub your feet
A double week
My trap clean
A lot of zip locks
White dust on the triple beams
Bridge
I've been riding
I've been sliding
I've been shooting sh*t up with my motherf*cking killer
A lot of money, lot of hoes , lot of drugs, lot of guns
I'm a cerified n*gga
You gon need a GPS to try and find me
F*ck the police I heard they trying find me
I've been riding I've been sliding with my hitter
Dirtied up my babygirl I need somewhere to put her
Verse
Imma tell these n*ggas where the tape
A lot of patience n*gga gotta wait
Being broke will make a n*gga not think straight
And you're a b*tch if you believe that he say and she say
Heard the opps scared cause they know they got a date
Gotta get some get back
N*ggas know they gotta pay
Sh*t to real
I don't got time to play
I'm just worried about my brothers
You're just worried about a name
You b*tch
That Glock right there by my Hanes
You snitch
Imma cock it
Imma aim
And hit
Rich shootas be some gang sh*t
Killers and trappers all I hang with
Uh
Let's get it
I'm just scheming
I'm just plotting who Imma be with
Who Imma rob
Who Imma kill just gotta do it quick
And I'm done saving b*tches all they do is quit
Q Da Fool don't need a shooter all they do is miss
All I do is hit
Shot that n*gga car up f*ck who he with
I don't do no choosing
I don't got no picks
Had my n*gga waiting three years cause he waived his hicks
Verse
Yeah that's a hicks date
Put that .45 up in his face
I'm a cool n*gga I just like to spray the K
In and out of jail my whole life I don't like to wait
Me and my b*tch moved out cause we ain't like the place
I be riding through the city with no license plates
I be riding through the city with my rifle bae
And it's a two seater so we can't chill today
They let the killer off the leash
It's time to eat I brought a feast
We getting money, none the least
All cash, nothing least
I've been grinding babygirl I ain't sleep in weeks
I see you working hard too let me rub your feet
A double week
My trap clean
A lot of zip locks
White dust on the triple beams
Bridge
I've been riding
I've been sliding
I've been shooting sh*t up with my motherf*cking killer
A lot of money, lot of hoes , lot of drugs, lot of guns
I'm a cerified n*gga
You gon need a GPS to try and find me
F*ck the police I heard they trying find me
I've been riding I've been sliding with my hitter
Dirtied up my babygirl I need somewhere to put her
Verse
Imma tell these n*ggas where the tape
A lot of patience n*gga gotta wait
Being broke will make a n*gga not think straight
And you're a b*tch if you believe that he say and she say
Heard the opps scared cause they know they got a date
Gotta get some get back
N*ggas know they gotta pay
Sh*t to real
I don't got time to play
I'm just worried about my brothers
You're just worried about a name
You b*tch
That Glock right there by my Hanes
You snitch
Imma cock it
Imma aim
And hit
Rich shootas be some gang sh*t
Killers and trappers all I hang with