Video Hitting Ft Tle Cinco de Gucci Mane 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Hitting Ft Tle Cinco Lyrics

"Hitting" lyrics TLE Cinco & Gucci Mane Lyrics "Hitting"

Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

Salute to [?], nigga, he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of [?]
And if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now, eighty light, be singin', just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as they printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a [?] artist
It ain't fuck with the school, I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number, I'm suin' the [?]
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", bitch keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin', they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke)
Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?]
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers
Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci)

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy