[Lyric] Hit Stick (Teejayx6 & Lex Luger)

[Chorus]
I be in the hood, got good attendance
Bad bitch, she do fitness
Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch)
I'm in the field with my hit stick
He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on)
Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch)
But he survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?)
Found me some Act', now I'm sippin' again (Shh)

[Verse 1]
Fuck that shit, I ain't followin' trends (Bitch)
So many shots, better hope that he live (Damn)
'Bout to go viral, put it on Live (Put it on Live)
So deep in the streets, I probably could dive
All of these drugs, I probably could die
Shit, I probably could fly (Shh)
I don't need a scale 'cause I got a good eye
R.I.P. to that nigga, goodbye (R.I.P.)
Shittin' on niggas and I ain't even trying
Creep up, he got caught by surprise (Creep up)
Speed up, I just caught a nigga on the live (Skrrt)
I gotta be up 'cause I got a bank play at five (Damn)
I'm in the Demon, this ain't a regular Dodge (Demon)
Niggas be cappin', it's all a facade (Cap)
Pull up on the side, pimp his ride (Bah, bah, bah)
Damn, how he still alive? (Damn)
[Chorus]
I be in the hood, got good attendance
Bad bitch, she do fitness
Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch)
I'm in the field with my hit stick
He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on)
Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch)
But he survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?)
Found me some Act', now I'm sippin' again (Shh)
I be in the hood, got good attendance
Bad bitch, she do fitness
Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch)
I'm in the field with my hit stick
He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on)
Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch)
But he survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?)
Found me some Act', now I'm sippin' again (Shh)

[Verse 2]
Man, this nigga must've prayed up to God
Man, how the fuck he still making posts?
They like, "Damn, Teejay bought a Ghost"
No, it's a rental, but I got enough for it though
Yeah, and I got enough for a boat
Can't fuck with this bitch, I got money on the floor
We had to re-up, so I bought more ammo
I'm at the spot, posted just like a scarecrow
Off-White sneakers and it came with the arrow
SRT, nigga, fuck a Camaro
Hitting your bitch, I done fucked her hair up
Pouring this drank, I done fucked my clothes up
Heard they stealing, I'ma fuck them hoes up
Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I got my pole tucked
I don't wanna talk, I'm anti-social
Fucked up wig, I can see her closure
[Chorus]
I be in the hood, got good attendance
Bad bitch, she do fitness
Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch)
I'm in the field with my hit stick
He want a pint, I'ma hit his shit (Come on)
Pop him and get rid of the witnesses (Bitch)
But he survived, this nigga at the clinic again (How?)
Found me some Act', now I'm sippin' again (Shh)

[Outro]
Now I'm sippin' again