Lil5iveten - MAKE A HIT! Lyrics

(Mm-mmm, mm-mmm)
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (Rrahh)
(Bow-bow)
(Bow, like)
Fresh outta school, i'm makin'a song
I'm finna make a hit
I was f*ckin' ya female, dog
You better come get ya bitch
I told her to slide her thongs and she let me slip it in
And she play with my balls, when she bounce on the dick
I just grab the grabbs, i'm bout to roll a spliff
Man, I don't f*ck with yall
Y'all could suck my dick
Boy how you judgin', if you on the outside lookin' in?
And how you showin' jealousy? You claimin' you my friend
Said she don't want me to pull out cuz she like me a lot
She don't wanna drive the boat?
F*ck it, she gon' ride the yacht
Me and the bros, we lit in the spot
Cookin' off the pot, shit gettin' hot
I'm so high like an astronaut
Up in space, feel like i'ma drop
Uh
Hit my bro for the gumbo
Up high with it, better run low
Like a instrument, let the gun blow
That's a woodwind
He'll get stuffed with the full clip
And you'll get rushed on bullshit
Pop out the cut, i'ma door shit
When I walk in the spot, i'ma pull it
And I ain't talkin' bout doors, you know what I mean
On bro, i'll get you worked by your team
That's teamwork
On bro, I make the dream work
Pop out the cut, all black, how the beam work?
Pull up in some fast shit, Lightning McQueen work
Uh, uh-uh
Uh
Lil bro took flight, airlines (Airlines)
I'll send him up top, air time (Air time)
Bitch, play me in ya' airpods (Airpods)
Uh, uh-uh
Get up close, for tryna get near mine
I ain't tryna wrestle, ain't no spar-e time
Yo' bitch head, give me a clear mind
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
This lil bitch head is immaculate
Shit got me talkin' like an African
If she throw it back then i'ma catchin' it
Uh-uh
I'm in the club, i'm havin' it
On bro, i'm packin' it
Run up on me, i'm clappin' shit
I'm attackin' shit, Uh-uh
Grrahh
Arm in his face, i'm dabbin' shit
Pull down my ski, i'm black as shit
Boy you better juke, i'm whackin' shit
I'll get you ass wiped like toilet tissues
I got the hammer on bro, i'ma fix you
You in the field on bro, i'ma blitz you
Bangin' the drum, shit kick like Jitsu
(Grrahh)
(Rrrahh, rrahh-rrahh)
(On the set, like)
(I invited yo' bitch to my crib)
(He ain't outside, pop up at his talib)
(Uh, like)
(Mm-mmm)
(Bake his potato, aim at his scallop)
(Uh-uh)
(Damn, you ain't goin' nowhere no mileage)
(Uh)
(On bro, I probably- pop out with the rocket)
(That shit in the pocket like?)
(On bro, you know we ain't stoppin' like)
(Yo' bitch tryna add me on locket, like)
(I'ma lay his ass out like a pileage)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
(F*ck?)