Hit

[Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch] They want me make a hit So I'mma make a hit Then I'mma date your bitch Then I'mma take your bitch She said don't fuck up the Xan' I make up a lot of new flows Got bitches stackin' and pourin' I'mma just stack it and throw it You niggas just stack it to show it Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it I might get me some cash and blow it But I still got a bag, you know it Hold up You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute [Verse 1: Desiigner] I'm sippin' too much in Tokyo I make your girl catch the holy ghost Niggas ran up and I grab the toy Diamonds dancing, that's Goyard I'm overnight catching hangovers She over night bingin' friends over We overnight with the gang over We overnight, then we bang over I'm gettin' rich for days I'm in this shit for days Pick up some choppers, we blast at em You gettin' hit, if the Math add up Shawty pull up at the trap house [?] I know not to talk, if feds grab me After the party, we hit ground [Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch] They want me make a hit So I'mma make a hit Then I'mma date your bitch Then I'mma take your bitch She said don't fuck up the Xan' I make up a lot of new flows Got bitches stackin' and pourin' I'mma just stack it and throw it You niggas just stack it to show it Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it I might get me some cash and blow it But I still got a bag, you know it Hold up You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute [Verse 2: Jay Critch] Take another sip, might crash She like, "Why the whip so fast?" On the road to the cash and Steppin' out, high fashion Lil' shawty suck me up with a passion Talkin' money, bankroll everlastin' Movin' funny, I'm with 40, he blastin' [?] makin' this shit stretch like elastics I was still on my grind, it got to me Keep ya' eyes on the prize Stop watchin' me Walking look like I'm hittin' a lottery Gotta shit on these niggas They doubted me Went overseas for the hundos For the cheese, niggas cut throat My diamonds beat like a drumroll This type of money, I can't trust hoes I remember them days my funds low Hood Fave, I stay where them bucks go My chains is makin' the sun glow Pay attention to everythin' but hoes Now I wanna drop, when I sip up My pockets been doin' the sit ups Money been callin', I pick up Diamonds been shinnin', they lit up Oh [Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch] They want me make a hit So I'mma make a hit Then I'mma date your bitch Then I'mma take your bitch She said don't fuck up the Xan' I make up a lot of new flows Got bitches stackin' and pourin' I'mma just stack it and throw it You niggas just stack it to show it Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it I might get me some cash and blow it But I still got a bag, you know it Hold up You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute