Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hitting Houses , by - Kodak Black. Release date: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hitting Houses |
| Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly |
| Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses |
| I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun |
| Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge |
| I don’t show love, I got cold blood |
| I’m on four drugs tryna hold on |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses |
| I’m on pink Mollys, I’m on brown bombers |
| I’m on Vicodin, I’m on meth and all |
| He killed four niggas, he don’t want a job |
| I’m on cold feelings, I don’t wanna go so hard |
| I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry |
| I am not a thief, I just love stealin' |
| I don’t leave a mess and I be in a hurry |
| Ain’t you got a check? |
| So why you doin' burglaries? |
| I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh |
| She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee |
| He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin' |
| Then turn 'round and spark him, I don’t like to argue |
| Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn’t easy |
| Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces |
| Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces |
| Gotta yellow poker, but ain’t nothin' cheesy, ayy |
| Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly |
| Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses |
| I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun |
| Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge |
| I don’t show love, I got cold blood |
| I’m on four drugs tryna hold on |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses |
| I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin' |
| She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost fuck around, pissed in it |
| I came home in December, it wasn’t even much winter |
| I’m on nine hundred milligrams, I can’t even remember |
| I ain’t no plain jane, everything be busted |
| I ain’t sparin' nothin, I don’t care if she busted |
| Shawty still chasin', but I don’t throw no money |
| I’m in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it |
| Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette |
| I’m a whole killer, how did I get into college? |
| I’m a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo |
| Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly |
| Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses |
| I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun |
| Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge |
| I don’t show love, I got cold blood |
| I’m on four drugs tryna hold on |
| Uh-huh |
| Uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses |