Come On Hit It One Time Lyrics

Ayy, Lay, What You On, Lay?

What You On, Bro, What You On?

Ayy, Bree, What You On, Bree?

Shit, Nothin', What You On, Gang?

Here We Go

Hah

Rockstar Shit, 5Star Shit (Jersey)

Big Rockstar

Thinkin' That We Broke, Lil' Boy, You Can Die That (Die That)

Anything You Want, We Can Buy That

New Lil' Jag And The Bentley, I'ma Cop That (Yeah)

With A Cartier On My Wrist

Know That I'm Lit, They Be Tryna Take A Pic

Like Come On, Man, I'm Flashy As Shit

New Lil' Chick And She Sassy As Shit

And She Look Bad, So I Bag From The Rip Like

Okay, He Want A Tip, Rock Him (Bah)

Oh, He Wanna Lack? Pop Him (Bah)

Oh, He Coppin' Out? Block Him

Let's Go

Oh, He Want The Smoke? Okay (Yeah)

We Tell That Boy To Come Get It, Yeah

We Tryna See If He With It

We Tryna See If He With It

Got Lay On The Joint, She Gon' Get It (He Know It)

Fuck All These Bitches, They Trippin' (Fuck 'Em)

Fuck All These Bitches, They Trippin' (Fuck 'Em)

Fuck All These Bitches, They Trippin'

This For My

This For My

Let's Go

Walk In The Party, I'm Sippin' On Pepsi

Wait, Nah, I'm Sippin' On Fanta

We Gettin' Lit, We Got Fans Out Atlanta (Out The A)

Naw, We Got Fans Out Atlanta

Come On, Hit It One Time

Ayy, Bree, She Callin' My Line

Ayy, Lay, You Is My Slime

Come On, We Get Caught For A Dime

Come On

Shamone

Come On

Yeah, Yeah

Chasin' The Bag And You Chasin' A Rollie

Keep Your Distance, You Niggas Don't Know Me

You Cuffin' On Thotties, She Fuck With My Homie

Did The Dash In A New Store Johnny

I Want A Jet Black Matte Bugatti

I Don't Really Jank, Got Smoke, That's Problem

Met A White Girl, Think Her Name Was Molly

Get Left Or Get Right, Put You Niggas Behind Me

This For My Dodie, Uh

None Of You Niggas Know Me, Uh

He Want A Brand New Homie

'Cause All Of My Homies Smoked Him

Pop Your Shit, Twin

Chasin' A Bag, Talkin' Big Shit, Yeah

They Know The Difference

Come Around Me, Keep Your Distance, Yeah

This For My Dodie (This For My)

None Of You Bitches Know Me, Uh

He Want A Brand New Homie (This For My)

'Cause All Of My Homies Smoked Him

W-W-W-W-Walk It Out

We Ain't Got No Rat, We Can't Talk It Out

Fah-Fah-Fah, Slide

Don't Run, Lil' Boy, You Can't Hide

Oh My God, Fuck With Us, You Gon' Die, Uh

It's That Time, Got An XD And A Glock .45, Uh

This For My Dodie (This For My)

None Of You Bitches Know Me, Uh

He Want A Brand New Homie (This For My)

'Cause All Of My Homies Smoked Him, Uh

This For My

This For My...