Hit Bout It (feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah, yeah, go

Woke up feelin' shiesty, I'm on a, uh (Go)

Yeah, okay

Yeah, uh

Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (Go)

Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (Mmm)

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"

**** 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 **** burnt, out here poppin' Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-)

I see you **** 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 **** flip-flop every week, they in a new set (Fuck)

I know these **** hate me 'cause I run 'round like a nuisance

Too fly, over **** 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 out a stack, get **** whacked, you better not lift a 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 **** 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, ****, 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 **** 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 ****, 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