Hit Bout It (Feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah yeah go Woke up feelin' shiesty I'm on a uh Go Yeah okay Who the hell is- Grrr grrr grrr grrr Yeah uh Woke up feelin' shiesty give me that pussy nicely Go Hundred thousand on an ice piece finna fuck a Pisces Mm Fifty hoes wanna be wifey that's just too unlikely Pull up six deep just like the Isleys pick your next move wisely Go They say talk is cheap but fuck that my convo pricey Yeah Two hundred racks inside a shoebox bitch these ain't no Nikes Ooh 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 this bitch can't keep quiet Ah The big bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet Shut up I only eat my main bitch pussy I'm on a straight diet My shooter lookin' like a center homie 6'5 Could kill me once could even kill me twice shit I got six lives Yeah I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa and marry six wives Yeah I'm in New York we still got several poles and seven big knives Uh Might take his life for tellin' several lies can't let shit fly Fuck 'Cause if we do he'll tell the next guy and then it's all bad Uh Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass Uh I used to tweak pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass These niggas burnt outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass Who the hell is- I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash Uh Bitch said she like athletes so I walked in with them thigh pads I'm paranoid I can't hang out for long bitch I'm a nomad Uh Christmas came around and I had bought my steppers doormats Uh Inside the whip the seats is bright orange like the Lorax Fuck I'm built tough was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex I should make a song about Ferraris I don't do 'Vettes Fuck My brother need a new Tek my mama want a new bag These niggas flip-flop every week they in a new set Fuck I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance Too fly over niggas heads like an air vent Where I'm from it's one way in and out just like a camp tent Put a convertible on the Glock it look like Lamborghini Yeah 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- Pull that lil' stack get niggas whacked you better not look for pinky In and out the trap that's 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's 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 of 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 a Oak Haters poppin' out the woodwork but they wanna prope 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's nearsighted Just got a nigga yoked 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 Hit 'bout it hit 'bout it