lirik lagu kurrqn - hit or miss
[intro: kurrqn]
(boy, you’re a lot of fun)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i ain’t even know what to do with the vocals
[verse 1: kurrqn]
me— me— me and my n~~~as gon’ pop out the cut and we got dirty sticks and we shoot through your dome
ni— n~~~a can’t [?] cuz he got [?]
these n~~~a’s think they my friends, but a n~~~a too nice to say leave me alone
eat a b~tch sh~t like a sandwich and we on a hammock, i eat her like turkey bologna
they wanna know how i deal with the hate, i ain’t gonna lie, imma keep it a buck
those n~~~a’s they subhuman peons and pests, i really do not give a f~ck
i got a motherf~ckin’ shotgun, if this sh~t hit you it hit like a truck
put on a motherf~ckin’ lasеr, get hit with this, now move like a duck
a n~~~a just try gеt the bag, beat it up like i’m [?], at the [?] like i’m mario
a n~~~a gon’ run from the cops, i do this sh~t a lot cuz i lowkey need cardio
on my hip i keep an iron, just need to know if i buy the lucario
we gon’ make that n~~~a dance, he gon’ use his hands, he do the scenario
that n~~~a finna get popped like a soda
[?] like we in minnesota
bad b~tch from flordia, she in sarasota
she in the [?], like [?]
fly in the sky, send him straight to his maker
pop out the cut like some motherf~ckin’ paper
i got a rocket, it turn you to vapor
[?] eat on her [?] like quaker
[pre~chorus: kurrqn]
i see a six~foot bad b~tch, i already know i pop up out the blue
n~~~a gon’ keep talking stupid, i’m finna pop him, he don’t got a clue
n~~~a gon’ fall through the ground, he gon’ look around he don’t know what to do
that n~~~a not finna live, now we on the surface and we searching for you
[chorus: kurrqn]
hit or miss, i guess i never miss
uh
me and my n~~~as don’t play, if you speak on my name then my n~~~as might turn you to swiss
me and my n~~~as gon’ torture you, pain gonna be endless just like an abyss
n~~~a gon’ [?] this second, switchin’ up fast like a n~~~a tryna miss
[verse 2: citadel]
citadel
brodie stay strapped like a gay b~tch
run up on me like division, get brain split
f~ck you and whoever you came with, if i go broke then i’m taking your chain quick
got a jordanese girl she like mia khalifa
friend group of three and i score me a hat trick
n~~~a run up then sh~t get could get graphic
[?] i’m with your b~tch smoking reefer
with my dog, n~~~a like i’m peta
n~~~a really b~tch made like [?]
goin’ to [?], with [?]
play your sh~t around the hoes, they wasn’t feelin’ ya
baggin’ my money up, touchin the ceiling
[?] like a cylinder
[?]
[?] i’m not feelin’ it
i’m sorry [?], i’m tryna catch a ferrari
[?] the f~ck up with these n~~~as, i’m stacking the money, i’m loving the figures
your shawty in love with a n~~~a, she don’t even care if you cuckin’ a n~~~a
trap my [?] hoes like [?], and they hate [?] out of spite
b~tch ridin’ me like a bike
man, i still [?]
[?] hoes [?] eachother
brand new aps and they glisten together
got your b~tch wet and i didn’t even f~ck her
[?] from [?], and i’m really a slugger, f~ck
(yuh, [?], and i’m really a slugger, f~ck)
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