Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit Bout It , by - Lil Yachty. Release date: 18.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hit Bout It |
| Yeah, yeah, go |
| Woke up, feelin' shiesty |
| I’m on a, uh |
| Yeah, uh-huh |
| (Who the hell is-) |
| Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely |
| Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces |
| Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that’s just too unlikely |
| Pull up, six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely |
| They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy |
| Two hundred racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain’t no Nikes |
| She think I’m finna trick, I told her, «Don't get too excited» |
| Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots |
| I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can’t keep quiet |
| This big, bad hood, you said you from lookin' mighty quiet |
| I only eat my main bitch pussy, I’m on a strict diet |
| My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5″ |
| Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives |
| I’m thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry six wives |
| I’m in New York, we stay with several pole and seven big knives |
| Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can’t let shit fly |
| 'Cause if we do, he’ll tell the next guy, and then it’s all bad |
| Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass? |
| I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass |
| These niggas burned, tryna pop Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-) |
| I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash |
| This bitch said she like athletes, I walked in with them thigh pads |
| I’m paranoid, I can’t hang out for long, bitch, I’m a nomad |
| Christmas came around, I had bought all steppers, brand new doormats |
| Inside the whip, bright orange like the Lorax |
| I’m built tough, was made to be outside just like Gortex |
| I should make a song about Ferraris, I don’t do 'Vettes |
| My brother need a new tech, my mama want a new pet |
| This niggas flip-flop like every week, they in a new set |
| I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run like a nuisance |
| Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent |
| Where I’m from, it’s one way in and out like a camp tent |
| Put a convertible on the block, it look like Lamborghini |
| Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini |
| I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (Who the hell is-) |
| Spend that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky |
| In and out the trap where I stay, but I ain’t one sleepin' |
| I’m totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead |
| I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red |
| I’ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain’t no discussion |
| Told her it ain’t nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin' |
| All a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I’m gettin' money |
| I’ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me |
| I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly |
| Always got revenge, if I ain’t get my man, I got his cousin |
| They know I made my woodwork, hop out with an Oak |
| Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope |
| I’m talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke |
| I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat |
| AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier on this side |
| You got a nigga yoke, you don’t like it, we could hit 'bout it |
| We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it |
| Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, «Be quiet» |
| I’m with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris |
| We don’t fuck with niggas, you don’t like it, we could hit 'bout it (Who the |
| hell is-) |
| We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it |
| I ain’t passin' my reefer, you don’t like it, we could hit 'bout it |
| We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it |
| I ain’t doin' no features, you don’t like it, we could hit 'bout it |