3rd Member of Clipse - Hit-Boy

How we rockin'

It’s how we rockin'

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Not to be a social misfit

I don’t trust a soul in this shit

Know a few niggas still hittin' licks

Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich

Grinding like the third member of Clipse

Talk strips in a hurry

Or I’m skatin' like roller derby

They sleepin' on a nigga but I’m sturdy

She missin', I get her back home by 2:30

19−42 to the neck, shit I’m swerving

Niggas lurkin' I can’t let 'em do me dirty, aw man

I see how I gotta play it

I see niggas still think I’m playin'

Slow down dawg, you talkin' too fast

Ya’ll can pop shit, I’mma pop bands

Green day, every day, rock band

Hit-Boy, bitch I got the hi hat

No tints, so you know who’s in

No do-over so I’m goin' in

Long way from the decks under the do-rag

I’m at the light they like, nigga how you do dat?

Lone wolf, tryna stay humble, man

Ask my, than I hit the money dance, yeah

Solid through the ups and the downs

Like six-fours,

Transactions in the tea top trans-am

I was given no choice, but to get it out the drop

You can hear my heart pouring out

You can feel my soul through these beats

No apologies, I’m not the same me

Say goodbye to the good guy

It’s only so many chances, so I took my

Phone call with my legal, what it look like?

Pop corks for the pain, let’s have a good life

Good life, good life, yeah, look

Hit the playback, bet I snap

Ain’t talking to app with the ghost logo

Working this hard, they know where we gon' go, bro

HB creepin' on the low, solo

No backup, I don’t need a nigga to cover me

Tree lit up, that Ace bubbly

If you was in my position, you’ll be bucklin'

This who y’all fuckin' with, that’s puzzlin'

I’m done tryin' put this shit together, b

Run a diamond test, the ice water in these rings

New jewels, for the clique, seem clean

It’s not regular, pimp, pimp-y

Niggas ain’t been in the corners I been

Left my sack a benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib

Gotta keep it under raps what I spend

Too many niggas and hoes, I can’t confide it, damn

Not to be a social misfit

I don’t trust a soul in this shit

Know a few niggas still hittin' licks

Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich

Grinding like the third member of Clipse, ayy

I don’t eye shit

Hit-Boy on the beat