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Hit Wit A 9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hit Wit A 9 was released on July 3, 2025 by Saint7 as a part of the album REPERATIONS
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Release DateJuly 3, 2025
LabelSaint7
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secarrio
Secarrio
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellius Posey
Marcellius Posey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Secarrio
Secarrio
Engineer
Stxndos
Stxndos
Producer

Lyrics

Poured a four inside in my crush (huh), that lil hoe getting crushed
Off a RP10, I'm tryna fuck this hoe I can't even bust, oh my god!
Man I'm geeked up and this hoe wanna fuss, she keep blowing my high
In that coupe, but this shit got butterfly doors
We call it suicide!
(Huh) This shit closer to over
(Huh) I know I'm far from sober
(Huh) You tried to fuck me over
(Huh) Young **** snake like cobra
(Huh) Tried to push up, got fried
(Huh) These **** not outside
Hop out that coupe then my young **** slide
Tried to push up, got hit wit a 9 (Got hit wit a 9)
**** got hit wit a 9, huh
**** keep on talm' bout dropping, whole time I'm tryna die, huh
I can't even see Chyrek
My lil twin in the sky, huh
I'm finna grow my goddamn wings, **** I'm finna fly too
Sorry that I broke yo heart baby, I ain't even try to
Sorry that I broke yo heart baby, I ain't even try to
They don't think I go through pain, ****, I really cry too
You feel like nobody with you, but I'm always beside you
Know my heart my weakness, but I can't even help it
I was taught to share with my bruddas, I don't know how to be selfish
I know these drugs killing me slowly
But I just can't help it
As long as my momma proud, I can die with a smile on my face, huh
I think I'm up in the clouds, roll up a 3.5 then I face
Swear yo love just like a drug
And its a high I just keep chasing
**** got hit wit a 9
**** got hit wit a 9, we goddamn faced him
Poured a four inside in my crush (huh), that lil hoe getting crushed
Off a RP10, I'm tryna fuck this hoe I can't even bust, oh my god!
Man I'm geeked up and this hoe wanna fuss, she keep blowing my high
In that coupe, but this shit got butterfly doors
We call it suicide!
(Huh) This shit closer to over
(Huh) I know I'm far from sober
(Huh) You tried to fuck me over
(Huh) Young **** snake like cobra
(Huh) Tried to push up, got fried
(Huh) These **** not outside
Hop out that coupe then my young **** slide
Tried to push up, got hit wit a 9 (Got hit wit a 9)
Tried to push up, got fried
(Huh) These **** not outside
Hop out that coupe then my young **** slide
Tried to push up, got hit wit a 9 (Got hit wit a 9)
Written by: Marcellius Posey
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