Letras:
Direct Hit 2

I wanna know when everybody's gonna let it go I wanna know when everybody's gonna get it 'Cause we sit, and we hope, and nothing happens at all Yeah

I know it's a tad bit strange for the both of us But a particular bother to me Is that we both sit here pretending with the other That there's nowhere

gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze

It sounds hard but it's not ya'll When I get there that's it ya'll Ninth day of the third month, it's on [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Up in that H2 with them

basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit Graze

the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit

make a map of it Globe trotter, hoe hopper, super star, ask direct [?] People always wonder so they ask us who we are Pullin' up to clubs when we too young to hit

got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up cause I'm [Chorus: repeat 2X] dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi [4x] ooo hes so fresh [verse 2] BANKHEAD

BM, entrain de zigzaguer C?est du direct, droit au but comme Trezeguet Turbo Diesel Sport Injection, avec principe, espoir, ambition Sur un bon son, on cherche pas le hit