Kodak Black, Lil Yachty - Hit Bout It lyrics

(yeah, yeah, go) woke up feelin' shiesty
I'm on a, uh (Go) yeah, okay
Who the hell is- (Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr)
Yeah, uh

Woke up, feelin' shiesty
Give me that pussy nicely (Go)
Hundred thousand on an ice piece
Finna fuck a Pisces (Mm)
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 (O oh)
She think I'm finna trick, I told her
"Don't get too excited"
Nigga 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 niggas burnt
Outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass
(Who the hell is-)
I see you niggas 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 niggas flip-flop every week
They in a new set (Fuck)
I know these niggas hate me 'cause
I run around like a nuisance
Too fly, over niggas 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 that lil' stack, get niggas whacked
You better not look for 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 nigga 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 nigga
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 nigga 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 niggas
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
(Hit 'bout it, hit 'bout it)