Hit Bout It feat. Kodak Black

歌詞

Yeah, yeah, go Woke up, feelin' shiesty I'm on a, uh Yeah, uh-huh (Who the hell is-) Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely Pull up, six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy Two hundred racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain't no Nikes She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited" Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can't keep quiet This big, bad hood, you said you from lookin' mighty quiet I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5" Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives I'm thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry six wives I'm in New York, we stay with several pole and seven big knives Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly 'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass? I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass These niggas burned, tryna pop Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-) I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash This bitch said she like athletes, I walked in with them thigh pads I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad Christmas came around, I had bought all steppers, brand new doormats Inside the whip, bright orange like the Lorax I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gortex I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes My brother need a new tech, my mama want a new pet This niggas flip-flop like every week, they in a new set I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run like a nuisance Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent Where I'm from, it's one way in and out like a camp tent Put a convertible on the block, it look like Lamborghini Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (Who the hell is-) Spend that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky In and out the trap where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin' I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin' All a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin They know I made my woodwork, hop out with an Oak Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope I'm talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier on this side You got a nigga yoke, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet" I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (Who the hell is-) We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it