Hit ’Em Where It Hurts Jace! (iayze)
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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
It's just me, ayy
You know, and um (Rrr)
Uh, I'ma spit facts right now and (Rrr)
This–, this straight from the heart (This–, this straight from the heart)
Uh, I don't know, I don't really know how to— (I don't know how—)
How to do anything else (I don't know how to do anything else)
Do anything different, you know, I say— (Go, ayy)
[Chorus]
I'm still goin' like a wheel fell up off a junk car (Off a junk car)
Niggas be hatin', I'm still surprised I made it this far (Bitch, ayy)
I miss Sippy, Nate, and Rock, that shit hit me hard (It hit me hard)
He take one of mine then we hit him hard (We hit him hard)
Ayy, hit 'em where it hurts (Where it hurts, bitch)
I 'member when I quit Xans and I went to go move on to Percs (Percs)
And I got the Glock in the Louis V Purse (Louis V Purse)
I send shots, it'll get that murked (Get his ass murked)
I'm tryna change, and I done did my dirt (My dirt)
That's a bad bitch, okay, I flirt (I flirt)
Give me one night, she drop that skirt (That skirt, skirt)
[Verse]
Top Kid Kodak, skrrt, skrrt
Rihanna, work, work, work
He on a shirt, shirt, shirt
I just blew a comma, uh, damn (Uh, damn)
I just pulled up Super Sonic, uh, man (Uh, man)
No, I don't want her, boy, she's a bopper, aw, damn, man (Uh, man)
She finna ride me like Can-Am (Like Can-Am)
Hatin' niggas get all in my head (My head)
Talkin' about my advance again (My advance again)
On her face like Ray Bands (Bands)
On that Perc', she hate Xans (Hates Xans)
I be on my dolo, I don't got friends, I hate friends (Bitch, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
It's just me, ayy
You know, and um (Rrr)
Uh, I'ma spit facts right now and (Rrr)
This–, this straight from the heart (This–, this straight from the heart)
Uh, I don't know, I don't really know how to— (I don't know how—)
How to do anything else (I don't know how to do anything else)
Do anything different, you know, I say— (Go, ayy)
[Chorus]
I'm still goin' like a wheel fell up off a junk car (Off a junk car)
Niggas be hatin', I'm still surprised I made it this far (Bitch, ayy)
I miss Sippy, Nate, and Rock, that shit hit me hard (It hit me hard)
He take one of mine then we hit him hard (We hit him hard)
Ayy, hit 'em where it hurts (Where it hurts, bitch)
I 'member when I quit Xans and I went to go move on to Percs (Percs)
And I got the Glock in the Louis V Purse (Louis V Purse)
I send shots, it'll get that murked (Get his ass murked)
I'm tryna change, and I done did my dirt (My dirt)
That's a bad bitch, okay, I flirt (I flirt)
Give me one night, she drop that skirt (That skirt, skirt)
[Verse]
Top Kid Kodak, skrrt, skrrt
Rihanna, work, work, work
He on a shirt, shirt, shirt
I just blew a comma, uh, damn (Uh, damn)
I just pulled up Super Sonic, uh, man (Uh, man)
No, I don't want her, boy, she's a bopper, aw, damn, man (Uh, man)
She finna ride me like Can-Am (Like Can-Am)
Hatin' niggas get all in my head (My head)
Talkin' about my advance again (My advance again)
On her face like Ray Bands (Bands)
On that Perc', she hate Xans (Hates Xans)
I be on my dolo, I don't got friends, I hate friends (Bitch, ayy)
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