Hit Lyrics – GucciAK47s

Hit Lyrics by GucciAK47s

I can get you hit
All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit

When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit
Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit

I can get you hit
All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit

When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit
Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit

Calling hits
Mad on twitter when i clown him because he got lit
Before we can get to him he decided he was gonna commit
Dont matter he dead either way now he buried in a pit

We on murder sh#t and we ain’t never quit
Dead on arrival he need more than a first aid kit
Bullet grazed me at best left a little slit
Slide on him next day thats legit

When i see his grave i’ll spit
Shot him broad day on broadway but it isnt a skit
Diamonds dance its light they omit
Sorry i didn’t friend you my circle tight-knit

Thought it was until one of them turned out to be a b#tch
Your b#tch show me her t#ts
So stop speaking on me jit
I want him him and him dead got a whole list

I ain’t got touched how is this a conflict
To me you dont even exist
I bet you rap when you get off your shift
The only chain you got was a gift

Whispering in your mic because your parents are strict
p#ss# shot at me and he missed
I couldent resist
I got the black beretta started to lift

With the green beam equipped
This isnt a script
He died on the scene just as i predict
He was sent up from earth he dismissed

He could have ran but he slipped
Copping brand new fits
Stop dissing me i insist
Because every time you send a diss

Your b#tch gives me a kiss
I’ll zip your body bag real swift
Spun the block drove then i drift
There ain’t no plot twist

All his jewelry his money he get stripped
Knock him down he get kicked
Bullets raining not mist
Hit him in the face with no fist

I could sell him get his organs shipped
Fire on me no steel and flint
Buy a new whip you could get whipped
Call me fat while your mad because i’m ripped

Those two things contradict
Everybody and their mom know i’m a convict
Got military weapons but i didn’t enlist
Your b#tch on my dick she doing splits

Holding the sh#t and she gripped it
Riding around she doing front flips
Critical condition we will inflict
You and me cannot coexist

Sipping lean like an addict
I bet your adidas tee is thrift
This glock look like a lighter i can get you flicked
Why are you running from me you done got my pissed

p#ss# boy think he safe until he get chipped
He ate 7 bullets now hes stitched
In and out of prison doing brief stints
Run up on him and he gon sprint

I can get you cracked like ritz
Hollows hit him i get him snipped
7.62 hit him now he stiff
.223 hit him now hes limp

Full court balling i done swished
Let me give your b#tch #ss a hint
I can get you motherf#cking hit
I can get you hit

All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit
When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit

Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit
I can get you hit

All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit
When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit

Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit
I just put my b#tch in dolce and gabbana

f#cking on your auntie and your mama
Might go cop some gucci and prada
Showed my gun now you dont want drama
No fortnite but i got loot like a f#cking llama

Look in my pockets all i see is commas
Look at my haters told them get out my comments
New fendi fit look like pajamas
Roll up a joint pass the marijuana

Roll a blunt like a enchilada
Told her to kill herself she said she wanna
Might end up like nirvana
f#ck a shootout pass the katana

Rolls royce umbrella like rihanna
Rolling round with the armada
I am the one
Dripping in louie vuitton

Pull up and my draco got a honeybun
Twin glocks ak’s we got hella guns
10 or 20 we got a ton
Let it off and your done

Don’t give a f#ck if you got a son
You gon fly high to the sun
I hope you know how the run
Mercy i got none

How have i already won
If we haven’t begun
Told me spin the block but i already spun
This ain’t a joke i didn’t make a pun

Speaking loud in my comments as an anon
Step him out in dior
Beat his #ss why did he come back for more
Better stop dissing before

I turn this into a war
Kick down your door
Dick down your b#tch she a wh#re
Shot him and he fell to the floor

No pop smoke but i’m in all the stores
Bullet hit him in the core
He’s not with us anymore
He tried to run now his muscles sore

I think his muscles tore
He tried to hide to a drawer
The draco gon roar
Skeleton ap on my wrist she adores

Svj do the dash i gon soar
Look at my pockets got money galore
Whipping the 6 by 6 not a 4 by 4
Said he dropped my homie now we upping the score

His mom wept like water on the shore
Can’t see me in clothes i already wore
Diamonds like the navy or army corps
Codeine in my cup i will pour

Shot hit his face he cannot ignore
Thats something surgery can’t restore
I said shes mine like ore
600k on a crib she wants a tour

How the f#ck you a gangster you never swore
Said you shot but you are scared of gore
I swear its just kids theres no gangsters anymore
I can get you hit

All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit
When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit

Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit
I can get you hit

All i do is make a call and thats it
I dont give a sh#t
Not even one bit
When he run from the bullets gotta make sure he fit

Can’t take a break or sit
Because if we catch up to you you’ll get split
You a p#ss# thats what you gon admit
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GucciAK47s Lyrics – Hit

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