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Lil Yachty

Hit Bout It

 

Hit Bout It


[Lil Yachty:]
Yeah, yeah, go
Woke up, feeling shiesty
I'm on a, uh
Yeah, uh-huh
(Who the hell is-)

Woke up, feeling 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 inciting riots
I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can't keep quiet
This big, bad hood, you said you from looking mighty quiet
I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet
My shooter looking like a center, homie 6'5"
Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives
I'm thinking moving 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 telling 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, pouring 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

[Kodak Black:]
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 sleeping
I'm toting 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 nothing to get her a bust down if that pussy bussing
All a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm getting money
I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me
I was spending 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 popping out the woodwork, but they wanna prope
I'm talking 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
Hitting the missionary she start yelling, 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 passing 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 doing no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

done

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