"Hitt $quad" lyrics

Where you get that shit from it bussin' out the bag
Blitzin' shit with hit squad I forgot my mask
For the gang I put on, I been poppin' out
My message probably got your bitch in it, she'll be at my spot
Uh, lifting up the AR this bit heavy as fuck
Gotta send my fucking pay now, bitch I need my book
Switch wrist, you don't know 'bout Lil LAZER, you don't know 'bout me
Tryna check my fucking background and get one up on me
Free my dawg out the dog pound, they on level three
LAZER poppin' out at any time, can't get drop on me
Yeah, that lil' drip you wearin'
Yeah, I been had that shit
Them lil' racks you flaring
I been made that shit
And this blunt I'm smoking
I gotta face this bit
I can't trust no hoe
Can't let hoe know nun'
I shoot [?]
If you watering
I just hit four rack
Do the money dance
Find a blick in trunk
Then I grab that bit
Got your bitch on floor
Like she Kaepernick
Waist up Glock, get you popped up
Down bad but I still can't never be no lame fuck
Tryna bag my hoe, tryna hit my hoe, you get your feelings hurt
Pass the hoe to lil' bro and come down with the hoe after that her friend go next
I don't give a fuck about who else got the strap, I shoot my Gen the best