Hit-Boy

Scott Storch

If you wanna die before your Granddaddy, start dissin’

I’m money making Mitch

Through the fence watch shimmering

I got so much ice on my pendant got ‘em shivering

Scale and a blick the fiends sniff what I’m delivering

Flawless victory the voices in my head said finish ‘em

I’m at the Gucci store wit’ a 20 piece acting belligerent

Pay attention when I preach I teach the art of wiggling

I could of came furry Marni fleece or chinchilla hair

Pull up make the roof disappear and then appear again

Jail cells and prisons bids, a cell phone’s a grip in there

Jaw breaker from a pretty bitch she had to fix her hair

We don’t beef it on the internet I have you taken care of

Mainly it’s designer if I wear it

my necklace full of carrots

Remember we was hungry as a hostage, my uncle cooked a 7th

We had our shirts over our face so we wouldn’t inhale it

He rocked it up, dried it off and then got took to sell it

I sent a bottle to they section niggas looked embarrassed

I’m bringing out the diamond tester

that’s what niggas scared of

Thought I was Terry Washington I’m doing niggas terrible

I spent a loaf at Cabazon then I went to Melrose

Look like I flock

I’m touching chicken like I cook at Harold’s

Took her to shop she giving top like a toothless girl

Any niggas call us opps getting suits and burials

I pulled it straight off the lot and slap on Forgiatos

Now all I smoke is Cali Plug, I used to smoke gelato

26 months in county jail, I got the coldest squabble

I’m wit a model yeeks out so she can show it wobbles

I’m in the trenches, piece out I had to bring a micro

This a cooker I'ma chef

Homie free that nigga Chauncey, he got took in by the feds

This ain’t Oklahoma City but my team won the west

You unaccustomed to this life, you a rookie I'ma vet

Spent too many years worried ‘bout money stressed

I was broke and burnt out, fucked up and depressed

Now I’m stuffing blue face hundreds all in her breasts

Shaq size vision hoe, I’m tryna ball and invest

Bitch what?

Who you talking to?

Nitti got some harlets on the line

when they falling through

Mike Jack Beat It Off The Wall I Wanna Rock With You

$7500 for the pack and I’m copping two

Hoes shaking ass for the guys

All she wanna do is get nasty and cry

I’m the man for the job

Give me neck, give me top

Give me gushy, give me guap

From the trap to the tropics

They got bald heads like onyx

Ain’t no AI robotics, big automatics and rockets

You a mark and I'ma marksman

Fifty thousand on the carpet

New York City we at Starlets

Pour our bottles for the fallen

All the soldiers from the squadron

Diamonds punching like we boxing

If you wanna die before your Granddaddy, start dissin’

I’m money making Mitch

Through the fence watch shimmering

I got so much ice on my pendant got ‘em shivering

Scale and a blick the fiends sniff what I’m delivering

Flawless victory the voices in my head said finish ‘em

I’m at the Gucci store wit’ a 20 piece acting belligerent

Pay attention when I preach I teach the art of wiggling

I could of came furry Marni fleece or chinchilla hair

Coulda ate some duck, but I chose the alligator bites

He can’t find a slut to fuck, that’s the masturbator life

If you ain’t first, then you last, Talladega Nights

If it ain’t no pape', it’s his life, he had to pay the price

If we sized up his rank, that’s a grain of rice

The way she poured her heart out, that’s a Quagen pint

I ain’t lucky but got pape that’s on Tatum’s height

Come and eat a brunch with BabyTron, that’d change your life

They like dinner with Jay-Z or a million?

Shit, I been touched a M

I’m tryna find out ‘bout them billions

Every trip Lear now, I can’t find fly around civilians

I be walking underneath a floating lightbulb, I’m brilliant

Section 8 ho but her ass look Brazilian

Coming down from this high, I'ma land on a building (Nyoom)

I hope I land on a zillion

Real scorer, Pistons should’ve drafted

me instead of Killian, ShittyBoyz

Truly the truth I’m the Don niggas desync

Catch me in that foreign truck, freeway speedin’

I was into scamming, never into thieving

God blessed you with two eyes and you see

I do shit niggas can’t even do in deep sleep

Fuck her while I can and cut her off about three weeks

West slide slider, don’t get scared when it get Easty

Told dawg you ain’t Ray Charles, you gotta see me

Told the bitch don’t starve here, you gotta eat eat

Call me in the bank, and then blink out the weak team

I press line and trip out like I see things

Up the score by two more we want 3p

Love done live here bitch but the cheese do

Poke out my chest, your last breath if we breathe through

Niggas sneaking bids on my back, I need see through

Heard about your bitch is a blitch he’s a freak too

I push shit up in the blender, but it ain’t smooth

Cut all the distraction

Ain’t no crashing when you make moves

Labor off when I say cool

I'ma take two I put niggas on

you start to lose, I ain’t trying to sue, Pussy