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Hit Boy - Family Not A Group Lyrics

Drug addicts
Hit-Boyfreed the bitch, keep the stick
Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy?
Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don't work
Then it's back to hittin' licks

Bitch, I stay with it, every day with it
I'm a side nigga, I be main hitting
My bro fucked my bitch, but I ain't tripping
We hit all these hoes, we don't claim bitches (Nope)
Throwin' C's up (Gang)
But I ain't cripping (Gang)
You's a bitch, you's a pussy, nigga, same difference
Foreign lane changin' (Gang)
Hellcat lane switching (Skrrt)
Waitin' for that mil' like it's Thanksgiving
You can't name a beat that I ain't ripping (Nope)
'96 Bulls, but I ain't Pippen (Jordan)
We got big choppers, y'all got little Glocks
Y'all some lil' niggas, bitch, we play different (Nerd)
Vvs diamonds, all my chains hitting
You can't name a whip that this chop ain't flipping
Actin' like you pimpin', nigga, you be simping
Ten bands or better, or I don't wanna kick it, bitch

Freed the bitch, keep the stick
Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy?
Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don't work
Then it's back to hittin' licks

Coke white buffs, these hoes fresher than a ninth grader
Feel like Maino when I'm in my city, I'm like, Hi, hater
And I been cheatin' on my forty, me and nine laid up
Nina put the opps in the bed that y'all mind made of
Bitch, and all my niggas demons, still hope God save us
We got guns big as Godzilla, get your block ate up
And we gon' have to shoot it out if them cops raid us
Always talking about what you spent, what you got saved up?
Did a fuck if we did it, y'all better not blame us
I remain the same through this shit, how can y'all change up?
Bro getting cussed out by his bitch
I hope dawg hang up
If we go down, then that's that
Won't let the law break us
I can make a faithful bitch cheat off the whistle
I just wanna ball, I ain't picking up my dribble
Touch down in your city, all I need me is a pistol
Thinkin' you take what's mine
Nigga must be off the crystal, bitch

Freed the bitch, keep the stick
Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy?
Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin' with this tool, couple niggas I'm tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don't work
Then it's back to hittin' licks