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Hit (feat. Gucci Mane)
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Rap
Hit (feat. Gucci Mane) was released on May 16, 2025 by Alamo as a part of the album Hit (feat. Gucci Mane) - Single
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Release DateMay 16, 2025
LabelAlamo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Devante McCreary
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Jack Thierer
Jack Thierer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Yakree
Producer
Dub The Prodigy
Dub The Prodigy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Thanks, Yakree
Uh?
Yeah, yeah
Count that dough, put that over there, let's get it right, you hear me? (Big Za)
[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)
Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?)
[Verse 1]
Rich **** preference, that's a great selection (Great selection)
Baby girl exhausted, she looking for the bosses (For the bosses)
Neck goin' stupid, wrist too icy, **** (Bling)
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, **** (****)
Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eatin' steak and oyster (Yeah)
I like Rolls-Royces, got too many choices (Yeah)
You wanna win? Call us, wake up, fuck them all up (****)
Err' car fogged up and my pockets clogged up (Yeah)
I don't wanna rap wit' you, boy, I got shit to do (I got shit to do)
Dog shit in a two-seater, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny, huh (Bling, bling)
Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za)
[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)
Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Go) (Why you over here?)
[Verse 2]
I got real paper, real tall paper
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper (Uh)
I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored (Damn)
I got my neighbors mad 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors' (Facts)
I'm a rich ****, I need a rich bitch
Shawty seen the Wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah)
Drop-top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)
She say she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)
I ain't got no worries, I got rich-**** problems (Problems)
And when it come to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin')
Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker
Can I touch, see if it's real, bae? 'Cause that shit wobblin' (It's Gucci)
[Chorus]
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
Well, damn
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)
Wop
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)
Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?)
[Outro]
Go, go, go, go
Written by: Devante McCreary, Jack Thierer, Radric Delantic Davis
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