Kodak Black, Plies - Real Hitta lyrics

Yeah baby, I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya kna' I mean?
Yeah, yeah i know you ain't never been
With no real hitter no real nigga
I'm talmbout like
A nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talmbout like bein' cuffed by the
Boss and not the runner (23954)
Yeah, that way

Have you ever made love to a real hitter?
(yeah) a nigga that always in the field
Probably finessin'
Probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'm probably gettin' money if
I ain't call you, baby
I'm probably gettin' money if


I ain't call you, baby

I done came back from pissin'
Inside the Trump Hotel 'Fore I take it in
I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under "Febreze" 'cause
She ain't got no smell
I can hit it from the back
Ain't got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me
Startin' to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there
Startin' to look like a pamper
Pull up on your ass with a
Bag just like I'm Santa
Plug name Julio but he
Don't play for Atlanta
The only millionaire you know that
Wear Dope Boy Ree's
You ain't never fucked a nigga
That had this much cheese
I'm just tryna run you crazy
Like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman
Make you come once a day (yeah)

Have you ever made love to a real hitter?
(yeah) a nigga that always in the field
Probably finessin'
Probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'm probably gettin' money if
I ain't call you, baby
I'm probably gettin' money if
I ain't call you, baby

Baby, you know I'm out
Here in these streets, i gotta get it
If I ain't on the corner
I'm in the 'yo, bae, i be busy
But you gotta pray for me 'cause these
Niggas be hatin' in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday he
Be lettin' you be with me
I'ma get in that lil' pussy like
I'm just gettin' outta prison
And word around town
He bagged a nigga but he didn't
I'm Sniper Gang baby
I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain't nothin' changed because
I motherfuckin' made it
I'm a real hitter, I'm a real nigga
I'ma treat you like a lady
I'm a real hitter, so every pistol I got
It ain't on safety
And if I ain't call your back, then bae
I'm gettin' to that money
But I'ma come through
And I'ma fuck ya like the
Police lookin' for me

Have you ever made love to a real hitter?
(yeah) a nigga that always in the field
Probably finessin'
Probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'm probably gettin' money if
I ain't call you, baby
(And you ain't never been with
No real hitter like that)
I'm probably gettin' money if
I ain't call you, baby

I get your hair done so much
They start to think you a beautician
These lil' niggas tryna come up
Only reason they diss me
Your last man bought you Bebe
But I'll buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you
Was take you to Chili's
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
Sex game undefeated
Think I'm a hundred to nought
I don't go nowhere for free
If you got a check, i'll go
Your last man, he was petty
Tell him I said so i be hustling so hard
I lose track of the days
That lil' pussy was so sorry
I called it minimum wage
'Fore you leave this earth, baby
You better get you a hitter
Talkin' one that got a bag and
Drop that rod like a killer, yeah
I just wanna know
Have you ever made love to a real hitter?