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Hittas
107
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hittas was released on July 10, 2021 by 2307272 Records DK as a part of the album Versatility - EP
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Release DateJuly 10, 2021
Label2307272 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sage Jackson
Sage Jackson
Songwriter
James Kies
James Kies
Songwriter

Lyrics

Cut like no other, better not mention my brothers
They don’t play, that’s word to my mother
****, we lurkin, pop a **** like a Gusher
You better not open yo’ shutters, no time to recover
.223 made u st-st-studder
Yo skin turnin’ blue, with no color
Bitch, I’m a hunter, I’m finna blow you down
Hunnid rounds, spit fire no summer
Catch you in traffic, **** always say they ’bout the action
But you keep the blicky inna mattress, smokin’ onna cat piss
Divided a **** like a fraction
Bitch, you know I’m sharper than a cactus
Bitch, what’s the issue? You got a problem, we fix you
Crybaby bitch, grab a tissue
Ice is on igloo, you can get folded—jujitsu
He said too much, so we flipped dude
Lean in my Fanta, fuck with the green but no gamma
You know my clip go bananas
It be a lot of you **** that’s talkin’ that shit
Like you won’t be the next propaganda
I’m finna make it, you know I’m finna be the greatest
Pull off wit yo bitch, no Mercedes
Ain’t no debatin’, I gotta get this shit runnin’
Like I’m finna run out of data
Bitches be callin’, I put them hoes onna block list
Them bitches always be callin’
You hoes is borin’, yo company got me yawnin’
Finna put ’em in a coffin
Dezzo be loaded, got them hollow tips in extendo clips
Yea, them bitches be clonin’
Pull up wit foe nem, they’ll tell u bout bro nem
Every time they see me they get frozen
I remember me and Dezzo was driving 16 hours
Just to get me my first show
**** was puttin’ in work and workin’ overtime
And said fuck it, let’s flip onnat blow
Now we finna get rich and touch a million
Chameleon on **** thought this was a joke
Muzzle you **** that’s barkin, we go retarded
You can call me Radio
Rest in peace, what’s left of me
The older piece I used to be, was the best of me
No melody, don’t need to sing
To blast you out the water, feel the jealousy
Ride the wave, no rodeo
You feel the vertigo, we going coast to coast
Most of you **** that’s saying that you got my back
Lookin’ like Pinocchio
Switchin’ the flow, like I got on a Ski Mask, fuckin’ with the gang
Goku (uh huh)
Copycat a **** like a cockatoo (uh huh)
Bitch, I’m sicker than the muthafuckin’ flu (uh huh)
Back to my Sage Mode, bitch we runnin’ up the pesos
You **** don’t got no say so
Big El Hitta, that’s foe nem, that’s bro nem
Yea, my **** cuttin’ up like a ronin
Gotta focus up in my rhythm or losing the venom
I hit ’em and give ’em a stigmatism
And then I’ma hit him, something so full of vengeance
That everybody will want to devour the pieces of my enemies—
’Cause of cannibalism
Written by: James Kies, Sage Jackson
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