Hit Lyrics – Jourdan Brothern
Singer: Jourdan Brothern
Title: Hit
Saucey, you a genius
g#dd#mn, BJ with another one
I got murder on my mind
Trying to kill n#gg#s, but them n#gg#s on that line
Trying to kill n#gg#s, then I end up with that fine
n#gg# get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
He gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got this stick, it’s gone shoot b#tch n#gg#s
It can shoot fake n#gg#s and riding dick n#gg#s
You brought a knife to a gun fight, I get my lick n#gg#s
Got Corona, need some Lysol [g#dd#mn, BJ with another one
n#gg#s make me sick, n#gg#
Take his phone, take his life, take everything he got
Take his shoes, take his drip, f#ck it go take his thot
Everyday I’m robbing n#gg#s, can’t no one make me stop
You the type of b#tch n#gg# to make a hit and go flop
sh#t go hard on my momma, tryna make a song with Top
She a lil’ snow bunny, on my dick she gone hop
Shot that n#gg# dead, and I just let that body rot
Twelve asking f#cking questions, I don’t know who f#cking shot
Sneak dissing on the net, now that b#tch n#gg# dead
Touch up on this f#cking Carti, it’s a Whole Lotta Red
Choppa go bah bah, shots straight to his head
Choppa like his f#cking momma, sent his #ss straight to bed
n#gg# I’m a f#cking soldier, huh
First to do this sh#t, I feel like I’m Soulja
Knew that I was gonna be somethin, see I told ya
b#tch you a f#cking hoe, ain’t nobody gone post ya
Choppa gonna kill these n#gg#s
If you want a feature, better book that sh#t
Left the album straight in the pan
Gotta go back and cook that sh#t
He hide it in his sock, this sh#t ain’t nun to Playboi Carti
I might have to start my own if you don’t start this party, gang
I’m rich forever n#gg#, we ain’t stay together, n#gg#
Shot that b#tch n#gg#, now he light as a f#cking feather, n#gg#
I saw a lil’ bad b#tch, and her name was Heather, n#gg#
We went and cooked them n#gg#s
Now them n#gg#s chicken tenders, n#gg#
I got murder on my mind
Trying to kill n#gg#s, but them n#gg#s on that line
Trying to kill n#gg#s, then I end up with that fine
n#gg# get close and you play with me, you gonna end up dying
He gone end up on his phone, go on the net and start lying
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
Got my stick n#gg#, I’m gone hit n#gg#
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