Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hitta , by - Chinx. Song from the album CR5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TRMG
Song language: English
Hitta |
| My youngin he just beat a body |
| Probably catch him in your lobby |
| Blowing marijuana in them trenches |
| Nozzle on this mac is well extended |
| Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness |
| Drop the bag and you gone get the business |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green |
| Nigga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me |
| I just hit another lick, the bank is never folding |
| Run up on a nigga, pussy nigga owe me money, tell him let me hold it |
| M16 with the scope, and my lil nigga down to do it for the love |
| Nothing but the G shit run through the blood |
| High as fuck nigga on three different drugs |
| All a nigga need is a mask and a glove |
| They ain’t talking money, tell them niggas not now |
| Young nigga balling and the whip ride out |
| Cock shit back, let the shit slide out |
| Hit him in the cap, then we hit the hideout |
| Chill for a second, let the beef die down |
| They don’t think I’m with it, nigga you can find out |
| Sipping on drink, talking four or five ounce |
| Young nigga hit a nigga, less than five hours |
| Five dollars, watch a fuck nigga call a timeout |
| Got a couple chains on, nigga shine out |
| No top on the roof, watch a nigga climb out |
| Climb out, ride out, turn this motherfucker inside out |
| Phone in the traphouse, won’t dial out |
| Came with the game, nigga won’t file out |
| My youngin he just beat a body |
| Probably catch him in your lobby |
| Blowing marijuana in them trenches |
| Nozzle on this mac is well extended |
| Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness |
| Drop the bag and you gone get the business |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green |
| Nigga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me |
| Fucked up when they let a young nigga in the game |
| Courtside seats, got a couple wild freaks going hard on them niggas in the paint |
| Truth is shawty she don’t really love a nigga, she done really fell in love |
| with the name |
| Came from the streets, heart cold than the heat, do a tour nigga, |
| for a little change |
| Drinking out the bottle, niggas smoking California, blowing on the finest |
| Hella marijuana right in front the projects, niggas tryna move the product |
| I just bought a box of choppers, only take em out the closet for the oppers |
| Styling on them niggas, fucking all they bitches, hit the bank and make deposits |
| My hitters all about the violence, all a nigga known was the dope game |
| Numb a niggas nose when the coke came |
| Heart turned cold when the dope came |
| Grind for the dough like the four train |
| Four train, four train, niggas only do it big with the caps lock |
| Lock shit down with the padlock, to the rap game from the back block |
| My youngin he just beat a body |
| Probably catch him in your lobby |
| Blowing marijuana in them trenches |
| Nozzle on this mac is well extended |
| Nobody tell or he gone hit the witness |
| Drop the bag and you gone get the business |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| Cause I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| Only 19 with a Glock 19, tell him go then the light turns green |
| Nigga get found in your drop top lean, never too far, know I keep em on the wing |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me, and they don’t talk |
| I brought my hitter with me, little niggas just shot |
| I brought my hitter with me |