Hit (feat. Desiigner) - Jay Critch & Tank God

This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on (67, click-clack!) I'm drunk from the show last night but I gotta catch a flight in the morning More time we overseas doing shows 'Cause the UK got boring Young rich nigga, know I stay balling If i take shots in the field, then I'm scoring Click clack bang, watch how they falling On sight, shoot man down with no warning Violent when we do the roads Scrrr up, hit man up and then go Dimzy just know that's my bro If you're on him, I'm giving out smoke From young I've been doing road Had handguns, shottys all in my home All skengman, the opps, them man know Drilla. Who you know that's realer? I get opps and awards and the pengest of gyal How the fuck could I not be a winner? (How) It's been two years since SJ lurked 'Bout time that they freed my hitter T Rolz that's bro MA that's bro I'm surrounded by trappers and drillas New wap, gorgeous Beyoncé clip 'cause it's flawless Can't lay down with every gyal I'm not anyone, b, I'm cautious Big weapon, low mileage, hot stepping in Jordans Amsterdam that's my second home They ain't treating man like no tourist This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on Dasheen Straight to the bando, getting that cash in Money haffi mek, money haffi mash Taking trips all around the world I go overseas for them bands I don't ever change, I just switch it up Big .44 make a man bitch up From old school, we've been drilling stuff Two skengs in a 4-door truck Peng tings wanna rock with us Tell a sexy girl twerk it up Peng tings wanna rock with us Tell a sexy girl twerk it up Mad Let's lurk then get back to work Feds won't let me go, they love searching They just wanna stop a man earning Every pig deserves to get burnt We brought waps out of them Germans Chunky stones, I watched them disperse So think first Wap with a clip on the side, take you off this earth We was on the block in them flights Now bookings overseas, we do flights On stage in the crowd I see lights And lights, and lights White girls go red when I say hi I'm smoking cookie spliffs for the night I remember team days on bikes We left pools of blood where he lied This hammer gon' make you famous Roll up on your block 2 shells up, leave a nigga brainless From way back, been pulling up in 4 doors with no faces With the gang charging them flavours See this cookie here is outrageous Yo, man's doing this for the hood Hood niggas from the southwest, trap line bling cos it should Gun smoke for the opps Them man be spinning round in their hood 67 going global, man I never knew that we would This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on This goes for all around the world To the world is gone This go all around the world So we carry on Get me, alla dat Gang, gang

Hmm Fall off, hmm I fall off, hmm I fall off, fall off, hmm Fall in buildings, hmm I fall in billions, hmm I fall in trillions, fall off, hmm I fall off Oh no, hmm I fall in buildings (fall in buildings) I fall in billions (fall in billions) I fall in millions (fall in millions) I fall in trillions (f-f-fall in trillions) See, they suicidal (suicidal) Thinking all on the killing (on the killing) Thinking why they hating (why they hating) Thinking all the drilling (falling, yeah) I fall in buildings (fall in buildings) I fall in millions (fall in millions) I fall in trillions (fall in trillions) I fall in trillions (f-f-falling, yeah) See they suicidal (suicidal) Thinking all on the killing (on the killing) Thinking why they hating (why they hating) Thinking all the drilling (falling, yeah) I'm falling off Tryna hold on the ledge, I'm falling off Life Desiigner, zombie walking, I'm walking off Young nigga behind the mic and I'm talking off Got my walking on I'm falling in buildings (fall in buildings) Tryna hold on the ledge I'm falling off (yeah, I'm falling, falling off) Life of Desiigner, zombie walking off, I'm walking off Young nigga behind the mic and I'm talking off Yeah, I'm walking off, walking on I fall in buildings (fall in buildings) I fall in billions (fall in billions) I fall in millions (fall in millions) I fall in trillions (f-f-fall in trillions) See, they suicidal (suicidal) Thinking all on the killing (on the killing) Thinking why they hating (why they hating) Thinking all the drilling (falling, yeah) I fall in buildings (fall in buildings) I fall in millions (fall in millions) I fall in trillions (fall in trillions) I fall in trillions (f-f-falling, yeah) See they suicidal (suicidal) Thinking all on the killing (on the killing) Thinking why they hating (why they hating) Thinking all the drilling (falling, yeah) I'm falling off All us real All us really got it All us in the building We fucking up shit in building We in the building Put ya hands to the ceiling Keep ya hands in the ceiling Tell people who the real me Show people who the real is (real is) Show people what the deal is (deal, what the deal is) All that's for real (real) Long life, that's ill I get the money, I'm going crazy Long night, hard night, shit made me Ducking slugs, police shit brazy Stay strong, head focus, rich baby Yeah, I know I'm the realest Stay focused in the building See the sun from a mile away We could run hard, I could feel it Run hard, I could hear it Run hard, I could steer it See my soul floating up Can't feel nothing, just feel the spirit Go hard or go home, baby Get rich and get home crazy Live fast and live long, maybe Live fast and live long, maybe I fall in buildings I fall in billions I fall in millions I fall in trillions See they suicidal Thinking all on the killing Thinking why they hating Thinking all the drilling I fall in buildings I fall in millions (falling, yeah) I fall in trillions (falling) I fall in trillions (falling) See they suicidal (oh-oh) Thinking all on the killing Thinking why they hating Thinking all the drilling

Ayy Tell Ayy, got one? Ayy, tell On a spell Purple jet Purple jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I spent two milla on where I rest I got two hundred up on my neck Dual exhausts like Twin Towers On that Carerra I cause a jet Please call 9-1-1 You know this a Turbo S Still got the scale, nigga Feel like I'm Virgo-esque I might fuck up a check on her If we kick it, David Beck on her That's my Becky with the good hair Say King Push done went left on 'em All designers, not a problem Ask Desiigner, I signed him (true) Billboard's a jungle gym Sat back and watch 'em climb 'em It's Nobu on his charter Crab roll starters (no chopsticks) Main course was from Malaysian open waters Apollo jets, you just jet smarter Love the money And I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check (check, check) I'ma go cop me a TEC (TEC, TEC) Milly gon' cop him a TEC (TEC, TEC) For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Ballin' hard like the Lakers Givin' bitch nigga no favors You gettin' hit with the razors He gettin' hit with the shaver Ballin' hard like the Pacers Niggas talkin' like they raised us None of 'em raised us I'ma get right to this paper I'ma get right through this paper Run through a check I'ma go die for respect Bitch nigga hit like the ref For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet

Ayy ayy ayy ayy, you know what I'm sayin' This that real deal, you know what I'm sayin' Y'all niggas still rockin' that fufu, you know what I'm sayin' No go, that way Can't go that way You dig? VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET Diamonds pop out of the chain, 3D Heard you got all of the cake, PC Had to spend a couple G's, easy Got to run to the green, Luigi Diamonds dancing on the chain like Breezy Shawty your boyfriend a lame, a guini Niggas playin' with the keys like Stevie Ayy, watchin' niggas 'cause shit ain't what it seems Playin' dirty, my soda not clean Woke up, I was livin' the dream More bucks, mama need that Celene Whippin' that foreign like NASCAR Rich forever nigga, we who they ask for Off the lean, slowin' down, gotta fast forward Balmain jeans, nigga fly like a passport VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET VV's, diamonds they water like Fiji Bitches they pull up, come see me Thought it was Keisha or Ke-Ke He bought that chain out the middle of the mall Real ice piss 'em off VV's on me like big gumball Stop wearin' knockoffs Look at your diamonds, so custom Got a lil bitch from Russia but I can't trust her Look at that AP, I bust it I'm a lucky motherfucker VV's, I get that money, can't see me Bitch I be ballin' like Stevie I get the money, believe me Dexter VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET VV's, diamonds they shining, they 3D Diamonds they blinding like Stevie I make the grinding look easy You got Cartier frames, can't see me This bitch won't go away, she need me I ran off with the drank, a PT That lean got me in space, ET

I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I'm shinin' Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, gotta find it Signed up, change the climate, ah She fell in love with the diamonds I had to get it on my own Come get your shorty, she be wildin' And I had to, change the number to my phone Then it's right back to the thousands Big racks, boy, you don't know nothin' 'bout it Gotta flex up on these niggas 'cause they doubtin' I've been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin' She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah YSL tag, big Prada bag Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don't do dates Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case I'm actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I'm actually callin' These niggas is salty I came from the bottom, designer all on me Who knew this would happen From trappin' to rappin', but now I'm in fashion The finest of fabrics Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics Hop out the coupe My young niggas might shoot out the roof I got the juice They was hatin', I was playing it cool Damn, I said I won't miss you I'm in love with the money, I can't kiss you (Rich) I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah