Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Hear That Sh*t Lyrics - Singles - Fetti Cash

(To all you haters 

thats on my beef stick 

peep this) 

 

(chorus 3x): 

They talking bout the bandit 

Yeah I hear that sh*t 

They said he's a punk he's a p*ssy 

Yeah I hear that sh*t 

Ask him why he ain't try the beast 

You won't hear no sh*t 

 

(Verse): 

I'm on the road to the riches I don't got no time for b*tching 

No disrespect this is business I'm on my ishh 

And I don't give a f*ck who pissed off step up and get knocked down 

I been had the crown in my town, who acting like I don't get down 

I bet they was the first n*ggas shook when the bandit jumped out 

Now I'm in chill mode and they still want me to lose my cool 

Like the beast won't have a all out feast and eat food 

I'm from the heart of hip-hop the bronx and I'm dead nice 

And they still don't wanna give me my props then f*ck yall 

Regardless I'ma make it with or without yall 

I'm in my own lane and I'm sick with the word play 

I was always hip-hop I just loved to rap-a-lot 

I grew thru the years I showed n*ggas no fear 

I was always rough and tough if you call my bluff what!! 

Its the bandit and don't want me to act up 

Transform optimus crime to that truck 

 

(chorus 3x) 

 

(Verse 2): 

I'm on that dirty rotten scoundrel that bandit is sick ohh sh*t 

Who let him out its on now, no doubt 

Yall know he the type of n*gga that if you talk sh*t he run in ya mouth 

And if you got real bread then he run in ya house 

Smack your child, rape your spouse, blow up ya car 

With that cocktail snipe yo a** off the roof, I ain't scared to shoot 

I'ma shooter don't make me lose my cool, you took my kindness for weakness 

You didn't know no good, thats what got your a** beat up and stomped in the hood 

I'm from the 14 Hunnit side of the web I get it in 

Most of my friends I had love for is now foes 

We was real close now we approach each other with the toast 

These haters wanna see me go I bet they go before me I'ma real G 

They straight phonies, I make touch downs and never fumble the ball (oowww) 

 

(chorus 3x)