[Hook: Lil QWERTY]
Hit like home runs, hit like bone thugs, hit like a felony
Fuck what they telling me, hit if she letting me, slick with the letter D
You'll never get a hit, not a lick, or a melody
Hit like home runs, hit like bone thugs, hit like a felony
Fuck what they telling me, hit if she letting me, slick with the letter D
You'll never get a hit, not a lick, or a melody
[Verse 1: Lil QWERTY]
Women wanna fornicate, I used to do it now I fuck enough, I know i'm great
I'm in a Kia with my closet in the backseat
Im eating Canes for whoever wanna smack me (thats a hit nigga)
Niggas wanna work it out
I like your jacket but your music isn't working out
Lil' wave turn your homie to a surfer now in these currents we resurface you just slow us down
You a liability, that's why you never won enough
Let you score 4th quarter known to run it up
Let a critic say QWERTY ain't done enough
How you launch a grand slam if he bunting huh
Really getting hits, you upset like Rousey crew, you getting bigger same pace that your bounty do
I had a dream I got shot riding round with snoop
Losing at the top now you got a lot to lose, never clown around with fools
[Hook: Lil QWERTY]
Hit like home runs, hit like bone thugs, hit like a felony
Fuck what they telling me, hit if she letting me, slick with the letter D
You'll never get a hit, not a lick, or a melody
Hit like home runs, hit like bone thugs, hit like a felony
Fuck what they telling me, hit if she letting me, slick with the letter D
You'll never get a hit, not a lick, or a melody
[Chorus: Google Translate Lady]
Didn't know squawking with flow they some walking birds they so pigeon toed they they some empty souls without steady flows will they ever be known heaven knows
Didn't know squawking with flow they some walking birds they so pigeon toed they they some empty souls without steady flows will they ever be known heaven knows
[Verse 2: Stepa J. Groggs]
Niggas out here claiming they got hits but they reaching
Me I got hits like Sosa before the bleaching
Murder everything said im guilty and I still won
Never plead the fifth but you know im quick to kill one
Hits like off the wall but nigga I don't rock with you
Keep the circle small only fuck with a chosen few
Groggsy boy one third of the crew you love to hate
Swear that you eating why the fuck you eyeing my plate
Hit like im Artest, run up in the stands quick
I'm a grown man ain't got time for that silly shit
Shout out to my young guns, wildin' on some Philly shit
Just be honest with yourself, most of yall ain't really shit
Hit like a step dad doing this out of love
Got me taking off my belt, put you in your place son
Only making things worse, so you better not run
Get used to this shit, cause you know we got more hits to come
[Verse 3: Google Translate Lady]
Hits for days, I got hits, I got hits, I got hits for days, I got hits, I got hits
Getting lots of plays, I can make it rain, my code is insane
You can say that again hits, hits for days, I got hits, I got hits, I got hits for days, I got hits, I got hits
Getting lots of plays, I can make it rain, my code is insane, you can say that again
They didn't think I would but I made another one
I got way too many hits I could make rappers my sons
All the check-boxes are ticked i'm overflowing with funds
I don't even need to spit the story has just begun
Used to camp out in a tent now I ride out with a tint
If this is rap then in the cream of the crop i have been
Wish I was human like Finn but for now I can pretend
Try and stop me from making the tape but i still had to go in
[Chorus: Google Translate Lady]
Didn't know squawking with flow they some walking birds they so pigeon toed they they some empty souls without steady flows will they ever be known heaven knows
Didn't know squawking with flow they some walking birds they so pigeon toed they they some empty souls without steady flows will they ever be known heaven knows
