"My Hittaz" lyrics

[Lil Poppa:]
Man, you know after Desi died
We started losin' like several home boys to the chain game
(Zay on the beat, bitch)
Some still locked up, some came home
I still got hitters out here in the street
You know it
And I'ma hold 'em down 'cause they my niggas
(Shout out my nigga Dee Boi)

You know all of my niggas solid, ain't nothin' of them switchin' (Solid)
All of my niggas 'bout it, they handle their business (Their business)
And if you make me send 'em, they comin' to get you (Send 'em)
And I'ma hold 'em down 'cause them niggas my hitters (My hitters)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (Them my brothers)

Look, I got brothers in the state, I got niggas in the fed (In the fed)
I got niggas in the county and some of my niggas dead
Couple of my brothers want a check, couple of 'em want your head (They want your head)
You ain't goin' nowhere without your money so you gotta stack your bread
And you can't fall in love with her if your dawg hit her, that's the code (That's the code)
And I was taught, nigga, never put a thot before your bros
Check the score, if we're a team, we gon' get this paper (We gon' get this paper)
Quarterbackin' and I'm just makin' plays like I'm Peyton (Like I'm Peyton Manning)
I got shooters for any situation, shootin' is their occupation
Call 'em Jay-Z the way they rock a fella, Roc Nation
We just want the money, baby, but we got the cops hatin'
They say everythin' we spit is facts, no, we not fakin'

You know all of my niggas solid, ain't nothin' of them switchin' (Solid)
All of my niggas 'bout it, they handle their business (Their business)
And if you make me send 'em, they comin' to get you (Send 'em)
And I'ma hold 'em down 'cause them niggas my hitters (My hitters)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)

[Dee Boi:]
You know we came through, you see them empty shells on the concrete
It's crunch time, my shooters turn the beef into lunch meat
One time rockin' a nigga up, they say they got me
I don't know what the fuck you talkin' 'bout, sir, I was out East
Go on, man, I been a fool, move where my hitters move
You don't wanna wake up with these niggas in your livin' room
We don't do it for the 'Gram but they'll do it for me, fam
Smoke your shit up then they scram
We just turned that beef to clowns
Me and my hitters tigher than a pair of grip pliers
And we fresh out of the car so we ain't lettin' shit ride
I got a answer to that ho shit, damn, my boy blow stick
And watched him clean the clip out and act like he don't know shit

[Lil Poppa:]
You know all of my niggas solid, ain't nothin' of them switchin' (Solid)
All of my niggas 'bout it, they handle their business (Their business)
And if you make me send 'em, they comin' to get you (Send 'em)
And I'ma hold 'em down 'cause them niggas my hitters (My hitters)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)
My hitters, my hitters (My hitters, my hitters)