Numbers Half-A-Mil (Hit-Boy & DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Half-A-Milly
Been to much in the breeze too far
Ain't nothing we can't do, we go hard, yeah

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Smoke, smoke, bitch
Finna text the addie, bring a close friend, yeah
Young nigga had a close car, put it out one time
It was no talk
Hit it and she ain't gettin' no call
Ain't too many niggas prayin' that I don't fall
That's the main reason I'm gon' ball
I'ma get it eitherway it go, underground or radio
Pullin' off in Chevys and Durango
I make a freak bitch wake up and change clothes
I need space, hoe
Let me get it breathin', pimpin' in my blood
Since Nas did "Ether"
Crack a bitch over a cold slice of pizza
I'm young HB, it's nice to meet ya
And you ain't never seen a nigga like this
The second you catch a nut, I catch a second win, yeah
That's just how a young nigga live, yeah
5:30AM, we still lit, yeah
[?] to the backwood, keep it lit, yeah
In the bed, playing with the pigeon on the [?], yeah
Locked in, we can't miss
We don't connect, cause we ain't on the same shit
Rate the flex, I been on the same kick
When we talking bout the numbers forth, it ain't big