"Hella Aim" lyrics

Yeah, she blow me below the belt, young nigga pull up smooth
SRT and a coupe, yeah, just got tuned
(That's a broke boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

She blow me below the belt, while I'm driving too
SRT with a tune up, yeah, brand new coupe
Shawty always wanna' be booted up but nah not [?]
Whole lotta' bitches on me, whole lotta' thots in the room
Whole lotta' guarantees but no promise for you
Whole lotta' warranties, we get it backend too
We done hit that boy from the back, he sorry, he sad in the room

Vroom, vroom, vroom
I'm in a brand new Stang' came with a brand new tool
Yeah, she wanna' know my name, I'm tryna' see your moves
Yeah, she tryna' act brand new, I had to keep my cool
Sticks, Glocks, yeah we keep them shits
Streets, blocks, yeah we run this shit

That shit like Tetris, lil' nigga gon' spin that block with it
And I told that bitch I keep that G-lock, shoot up your pop with it
What you thinking, shoot that brain then
A nigga be thinking, know they don't at all, that's why they brain dead
Ain't never, ever complaining
Taking that [?] that's why these bands we make em' singing
Active, blue flame, making it rain
I done told that bitch I wanna buy her drinks, strip her, T-Pain
What you thought we could've gained from getting it, sticking to our business, yeah, lane
Uh, sticking to the script, sticking to the script
I stay in my lane, these niggas ain't doing they thing

Niggas mad that we running shit
Niggas hate, yeah we gunning shit
Yeah, yeah we shoot these bullets, they ain't got no name
Yeah, and we hit our targets we got hella aim