Hit Sumthin - Luniz, Beeda Weeda, 4rAx

I smoke more weed than you

(The Mechanix)

I smoke more weed than you

That’s why your bitch on my dick

I smoke more weed than you

Your bitch is on my dick

Uh, you at the bar tryna sip sumthin'

Bitch, I’m at the club tryna hit sumthin'

Catch me at the back tryna twist sumthin'

If a bop choose up I’ma flip sumthin'

Molly water with the girl scouts (Girl Scout)

I’m about to turn your girl out (Bitch out)

And she about to eat a girl out (Wooo!)

We turnt up, hit ‘em both at your girls house

(Woah) These hoes ain’t loyal

But they with the boy and ya boy gettin' spoiled

Bow down, give me crown, I am royal

King Kush, Afgoo, with the oil

Mo', mo' money, she a snowbunny

So I make her amorous for me

Twerk, twerk it on the floor for me

____ ____ so I always let her roll for me

I got models on the way (Models)

Bottles on the way (Bottles)

Weed on the way (Big Weed)

Molly in my drank (Molly)

Gotta be the week

And we do the same thang

Ready or not, tonight’s the night, I’m tryna hit sumthin'

Ay, I take three out of four of ‘em

Let me oh love ‘em

Take ‘em on a ho nothin'

Show ‘em they don’t know nothin'

It seems so sudden

Guess you kinda owe sumthin'

Pussy pot a drink

Spread it, line it ____ sumthin'

This is my thang, this is where I belong at

I party, I don’t funk, y’all got the wrong cat

Mind yours, I’m gettin' known at

Matter of fact, where my phone at (Ay bruh)

Bring the song back (What?)

What is this?

That snow, that candy

That fluff, that fish scale

That blow, that Andy

And her, who is she

She used to be his

But she love me a lil' mo'

I introduced her to this (What?)

The way I groove

It still look good though

Ain’t changed since '95

They wishin' I would though

This is my background

This is my genes

And all my young niggas

Got thirties for heen

I got models on the way (Models)

Bottles on the way (Bottles)

Weed on the way (Big Weed)

Molly in my drank (Molly)

Gotta be the week

And we do the same thang

Ready or not, tonight’s the night, I’m tryna hit sumthin'

Ready or not, tonight’s the night, I’m tryna hit sumthin'

Roll it up, Pour it up, 'Til I throw it up

Showin' out, showin' up, Ain’t no slowin' up

Full throttle, tippin' bottles 'til I’m shit faced

These drugs got me goin' up at a quick pace

Your bitch face lookin' like she wanna fuck sumthin'

Big thang on my waist, I don’t trust nothin'

All I wanna do is party, smoke, and fuck bitches

I’m pullin' off with a car full of drunk bitches

At the park goin' hard, doing hella shit

Hella lit with this yellow thang, hella thick

Got hella dick for your baby momma

I’m tryna hit it and forget it, I don’t need the drama

I’m with the business, run up in it, then I get up out there

I’m a dawg ass nigga, diamonds on my collar (Woo!)

Club barking but I was walking in the VIP boy

Going crazy on my momma, it was lit boy

We was goin' up

I got models on the way (Models)

Bottles on the way (Bottles)

Weed on the way (Big weed)

Molly in my drank (Molly)

Gotta be the week

And we do the same thang

Ready or not, tonight’s the night, I’m tryna hit sumthin'

Ready or not, tonight’s the night, I’m tryna hit sumthin'