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Hit Stick
78,402
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hit Stick was released on August 9, 2024 by Vulture Love/Capitol Records as a part of the album Hit Stick - Single
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Release DateAugust 9, 2024
LabelVulture Love/Capitol Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
Abdallah Ahmad
Abdallah Ahmad
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
Davidson Octave
Davidson Octave
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Rvei
Rvei
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Blitz a **** shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'
[Verse 1]
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we aint missin' nuttin'
By today I'm tryna have a fuck **** shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a **** ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a **** make it on my radar, I might as well start countin'
If that **** just like me, he tryna take your life
I'm a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I'm right
I'm a fucking heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
[Chorus]
Blitz a **** shit, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothing make me back up
Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'
[Verse 2]
**** play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo' age
**** get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, **** thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gone get a toe tag soon for fucking with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a **** up
Smokin' with a swally joint
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' breh, it ain't no point
For the juvenile turned convicts, **** and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
[Chorus]
Blitz a **** shit, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bitch, nothing make me back up
Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a **** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It's a **** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street's flamin'
Written by: Abdallah Ahmad, Derek Garcia, Jesus Bobe, Kodak Black
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