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