Hit Em Wit It

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Rockstar mentality

I'm too real can you deal with reality

Hoes running after me

Cause you ain’t half the man I am

So your bitch fucked half of me

We go nuts like cashews

And niggas hating cause the speaker's bigger than Shaq shoes

We act fools, you know we pack tools

We fit the description it's just a bunch of black dudes

So back down, okay

Ion fuck around, no way

Bringing trouble to your town

Man i know you hear the sound

I ain’t went to sleep in 4 days

Going ham is what I specialize in

Bugattis is all that I ride in

There's no need for that violence

But if it is, I leave a nigga neck crooked like a violin

[Chorus: T-Pain]

Boom

Leggo

Leggo

Somebody gon get it

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[Verse 2: Serve]

I take my shirt off and all the hoes just scream

I'm called the juice man rocking all fresh squeeze

Tap them on the board just beat

Like what is two 10s compared to four 15s

Jewelry all black, arm is canary

Ring finger blinging like I'm getting married

Blick full of trucks, arm full of carrots

Got my shit on like tom dick and harry

When I hit the club you know they gon grill

So my man shot something that i know they gon feel

Swagged out is nothing, i know that im gon drill

Cause my bank roll is like wacovia on wheels

Wanna get down on a flat, tire blown

I have a mouth like a dragon, fire blown

And thats a wrap for you lames, gyro

Im going out like a bang, pyro

[Outro: Serve]

Who's that?

Who's that?

Who's that?

Come on