Hitman & Jet 2

Gatorade Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hitman]

Trees on deck, tryin' to cop from a nigga?

Match a couple blunts, hot box with a nigga

Session's a blessing, cause I be high as heaven

Rollin' with some niggas that'll pull a two eleven

Insane my nuts hang you hoes better catch 'em

Like a fat bitch, how the hell can you miss 'em

Kiss 'em, usually I'm trying shit first

I'm chilly with the lyrics, that's a cold piece of work

I'll smash out her ass, fast cash out the purse

In the stu, go mad ass like I'm cursed

Evil in the church, demon on the verse

Cause you a Chevy nigga while I'm dippin' out the hearse

Times reversed backwards in my nurse

Cause she don't heal a thang, just keep a nigga jerked

Keep a nigga worked long as she's out the shirt

With her screaming all night like the bitch givin' birth



[Verse 1: Jet 2]

(uhh, what?)

Yeah I know you niggas missed us

Jump off, jump ball, jump hard to get your tips up

Jump off, jump on, I'm tryin' to get my di di di di

Jump off, jump on like "it's me bitches"

Different type of rhythm when I'm chillin' with Wrekless

Yeah all my niggas got that flow and you can get sea sickness

Y'all flow below the waist, I should've peed in it

Music is my religion and I'm loving it that I made that decision

Rappin' for the fun of it, fuck it then

Want us for the feature, it's a couple grand, MGM

Grammys and Emmys and Eminem with M&Ms

That was probably cliché, but she say it get her panties wet

Gotta vent... gotta vent mutha-fucka

To me that's the only thing that really ever made sense

Promise to myself before I end I'd say this

Girl let me have a kiss of your Gatorade lips



[Hook: Jet 2]

Stuntin' in a major way

From back in the day when we used to pay to play

This is just one thing, nigga Amerie

We never took a break, never had Gatorade (repeat 2x)



[Verse 2: Hitman]

Fight for the cause, I'll fight for the green

Real out here, boy life's but a dream

Blood on the scene, Wrekless O.D

For the last nigga tryin' to talk shit lowkey

On me, oz of the best shit

Probably O.G., weak flows get arrested

Bars on lock, nigga I can't stress this

Nigga I can't...

Empty magazine, niggas ain't talkin' Word Up

Cereal killa', kill a nigga on purpose

Smoke with the crew, girl tell me was it worth it

When yo' ass kicked out damn near feelin' worthless

Oh you ain't deserve it? Hoes always nervous

Suck a lil' dick, youze a flip closed curtain

For certain you hurtin', better off comin' clean

Live and direct dishin' out what you need

(what you need)



[Verse 2: Jet 2]

What you need, yeah we got that

Where you at? No where...

How can I breathe with no air?

Girl you make me wanna Jordin Sparks that

Ride it with no brakes until you need a break

Ride it with no brakes until you notice you ain't even had the carfax

Ride it with no brakes until you notice you ain't even notice

You ain't even move the damn car out of park yet

(huh)

How the hell we supposed to start that

Flight in thirty minutes with yo Gatorade bubble bath

You can quench my thirst with yo Gatorade bubbled ass

Once I find I'm in, I'll be outer space hoverin'

You gon' need a halftime on it

Gettin' chips, ever notice that they double up when you've got the bigger bag?

Ain't got it yet, but I'mma need another hand in advance, damn



[Hook 2x]