Yvng Mojo, Yeat - Hit Sum lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yvng Mojo, Yeat - Hit Sum lyrics]
What, they trippin (yeah) yeah
Wait (Haha, Shadow)
They gon' hate me for this one
What, shit, choppa make em, shit, what
(I know she gon' like this one)
(She mad at me, now she wan' lick on my dick)
She say that she like how I'm rockin' my fit
And I'm way too solid
These rocks on my wrist
Choppa make 'em, shit
I just might get me a bag, and blow it again
I can't stand (Shit)
Shit, I just might need me some
Cash to blow it again
Gotta go get, gotta run these bands
Can't even move, like running in sand
Can't even choose, like bitch which hand
I don't give no fuck, he got no cane
When I pull up to that bih, that boy just ran
(Woo) lot of y'all smoking on crack (Crack)
I hit the bitch from thе back
Sound like that bitch got baguette, yеah
(yeah)
Yeah, I got the new coupe sitting outside
I got the new bitch really gonna ride (yeah)
I got the top, I got the fire yeah
(Woo, woo woo, woo woo)
I'm on the X and the perc can't decide (yeah)
I kept it silent with all of my guys
I wouldn't I lie (No, no)
I'm up 100 bands
But I'm still doing features
(Still doing features) i'm up 100 bands
But I'm still doing features (How again?)
Yeah, and they told me it
Don't even make sense
We're some whole different creatures (yeah)
I told that bitch to pull up don't slide
(Skrr) i got the whip, got the fire (Blatt)
I'm on the drank on the Tosi (yeah)
I can't eve even open my eye (yeah, I know)
What, shit, choppa make em, shit, what
(I know she gon' like this one)
(She mad at me, now she wan' lick on my dick)
Wait (Haha, Shadow)
They gon' hate me for this one
What, shit, choppa make em, shit, what
(I know she gon' like this one)
(She mad at me, now she wan' lick on my dick)
She say that she like how I'm rockin' my fit
And I'm way too solid
These rocks on my wrist
Choppa make 'em, shit
I just might get me a bag, and blow it again
I can't stand (Shit)
Shit, I just might need me some
Cash to blow it again
Gotta go get, gotta run these bands
Can't even move, like running in sand
Can't even choose, like bitch which hand
I don't give no fuck, he got no cane
When I pull up to that bih, that boy just ran
(Woo) lot of y'all smoking on crack (Crack)
I hit the bitch from thе back
Sound like that bitch got baguette, yеah
(yeah)
Yeah, I got the new coupe sitting outside
I got the new bitch really gonna ride (yeah)
I got the top, I got the fire yeah
(Woo, woo woo, woo woo)
I'm on the X and the perc can't decide (yeah)
I kept it silent with all of my guys
I wouldn't I lie (No, no)
I'm up 100 bands
But I'm still doing features
(Still doing features) i'm up 100 bands
But I'm still doing features (How again?)
Yeah, and they told me it
Don't even make sense
We're some whole different creatures (yeah)
I told that bitch to pull up don't slide
(Skrr) i got the whip, got the fire (Blatt)
I'm on the drank on the Tosi (yeah)
I can't eve even open my eye (yeah, I know)
What, shit, choppa make em, shit, what
(I know she gon' like this one)
(She mad at me, now she wan' lick on my dick)