Hit Somethin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All I hang around is murderers I'm still running with the robbers The dope boys my partners So you don't want these problems Squash it, cause I'll have 'em sleepin in your closet Take a hostage, hit you til' your head leak like a faucet The niggas that I rock with,, don't give a fuck about'cha The hot shit, they got bricks, but act like they ain't got shit With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cocked it Got them chopsticks, ain't with the boxin', I have em boxed in That's fantastic, the plane just landed, I'ma do gymnastics I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got a firearm, cut the stove on I'm in the kitchen, tryna make it through the high jump I'm counting money in my motherfucking long johns And I wish a nigga would steal my bomb Get the shotgun Get the chopper, son How you a skreet nigga? You ain't got no gun You talking shit, son Better get one We shooting in the air, we tryna hit something [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Lookin at me crazy, wanna hit something Fake rappin ass nigga, make her hit or some Talking bout what you done did, sell a brick or something Your bitch ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some Cut the stove on Let the pot boil I'm a hot boy Nigga fuck y'all Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall Street lottery, that mean my money long Still in poverty, with the jack boys I got 2-2-3's, I got macks, boy Let the dope dry, get your sack, boy Freeband gang, and Bricksquad [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got a firearm, cut the stove on I'm in the kitchen, tryna make it through the high jump I'm counting money in my motherfucking long joHns And I wish a nigga would steal my bomb Get the shotgun Get the chopper, son How you a skreet nigga? You ain't got no gun You talking shit, son Better get one We shooting in the air, we tryna hit something