Soulja Boy - Hit! lyrics
[Soulja Boy - Hit! lyrics]
(Well, boys
We hit the Jackpot this time) yeah
(yeah) Ayy, Hoops yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah, trap out a big body
Young nigga pull up with sticks
We gon' hit 'bout it
Ain't askin' nobody name, man
We shootin' out the real body
Ain't askin' no questions, I just come to hit
When I'm in the booth, man
I'm droppin' a hit
When they make a diss, I'ma get that boy hit
My diamonds, they hit, your bitch get hit
Nigga, I'ma shoot, I'm a young rich stepper
Who the fuck is you?
Pull on they block, I got the birds
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera and
You know what we do we hittin' off the rip
I ain't doin' no talkin' to you
Turn that boy just to a ghost like Casper
The Lambo or the Urus, which one go faster?
I'm all in the club
The Perc' is kickin' my ass
I'm boolin' on ZaZa, you know I got gas
This not a trick question, you
Reach for my chain, i'ma blast
Bad ass bitch with a fake ass
Cookie cocaine, straight glass
I got them hitters that blitz
And they comin' for nothin'
These niggas be snitchin'
They droppin' a dime off a dozen
Hit, hit, hit, I got the AR-15 with the glick
SRT, mini man ninety, spark at
It, book at it, diamonds, the Cartier rich
I came up from trappin'
And sellin' them bricks
Finesse the whole world, you can't have shit
How in the fuck did he go and do this?
Ice on my bezels, the top of the wrist
Two-tone the medal
I rock out and rockstar his bitch
Big Draco, baby, you know I'm the shit
We hit the Jackpot this time) yeah
(yeah) Ayy, Hoops yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah, trap out a big body
Young nigga pull up with sticks
We gon' hit 'bout it
Ain't askin' nobody name, man
We shootin' out the real body
Ain't askin' no questions, I just come to hit
When I'm in the booth, man
I'm droppin' a hit
When they make a diss, I'ma get that boy hit
My diamonds, they hit, your bitch get hit
Nigga, I'ma shoot, I'm a young rich stepper
Who the fuck is you?
Pull on they block, I got the birds
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera and
You know what we do we hittin' off the rip
I ain't doin' no talkin' to you
Turn that boy just to a ghost like Casper
The Lambo or the Urus, which one go faster?
I'm all in the club
The Perc' is kickin' my ass
I'm boolin' on ZaZa, you know I got gas
This not a trick question, you
Reach for my chain, i'ma blast
Bad ass bitch with a fake ass
Cookie cocaine, straight glass
I got them hitters that blitz
And they comin' for nothin'
These niggas be snitchin'
They droppin' a dime off a dozen
Hit, hit, hit, I got the AR-15 with the glick
SRT, mini man ninety, spark at
It, book at it, diamonds, the Cartier rich
I came up from trappin'
And sellin' them bricks
Finesse the whole world, you can't have shit
How in the fuck did he go and do this?
Ice on my bezels, the top of the wrist
Two-tone the medal
I rock out and rockstar his bitch
Big Draco, baby, you know I'm the shit