Mmh-yeah (CashMoneyAP)
00:00
Ayy, NLE (Top Shotta)
00:02
Top Shotta, yeah, yeah, ayy
00:04
Dope boy swag, Air Force 1's wit' a white tee (a white tee, yeah)
00:08
I'm clutchin' Glocks, pussy nigga, ain't no fightin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
00:12
I crossed a nigga on a lick, yeah, I'm shiesty
00:15
I'm fuckin' on a nigga bitch, yeah, I'm pipin'
00:19
Ayy, if I see an opp, then I'm dumpin' my choppa
00:21
I'ma hit him wit' .50, he don't need a doctor
00:23
When I see me a Perc', bitch, you know I'ma pop it
00:25
And just like a baby, sip out the bottle (yeah-yeah)
00:27
I'm gone off these drugs, I know I don't need it
00:29
I'm sippin' on yellow, they callin' me Beezy
00:31
She suckin' my dick and I love when she please me
00:32
Fucked her with her friend, they double teamin'
00:35
I'm on Mary Jane (Mary Jane) and Percy Jackson (and Percy Jackson)
00:36
I need to slow down on these drugs (ayy), think that I'm an addict
00:40
We livin' this murder, you know we not cappin'
00:43
And just like the cable, we bringin' the static
00:44
I'm stretchin' these niggas, they call me elastic
00:46
Cut him into half like I'm doin' a fraction (yeah, yeah)
00:48
Ain't no squares in my circle, bitch, I'm strapped like I'm Urkel
00:51
If he dissin' on me, swear to God I'ma hurt him
00:53
I put him in the dirt while I'm rockin' some Birkins
00:55
And bitch, I'm a pimp, every ho 'round me workin'
00:56
Money turned clean, it was too damn dirty
00:58
Keep me a .30 like Stephen Curry
01:00
Opp say he gon' kill me, nigga, I ain't worried
01:01
Up my Glock, then shoot it in a hurry
01:04
Ayy, I got niggas, they gon' work it, they'll hit you, hey, hey
01:05
And all my niggas, they gon' up it off the dribble, hey, hey
01:09
And I got pistols that go pop-pop, knock yo' gristle, hey, hey
01:13
And I won't miss you, nah-nah, nah-nah, I won't miss you, hey, hey
01:16
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
01:20
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
01:24
I got niggas that kill for me off the dribble (off the dribble)
01:28
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
01:31
Oh-oh, hey, I got that, hey
01:35
Tell me how the fuck a nigga gon' carry pistols
01:39
And a nigga pop that, you ain't pop back? (Yeah)
01:41
Real live shooter woulda shot back, hey (shot back)
01:43
Cop killa, booty knock yo' top back, hey (boom)
01:45
That's a ho tryna ride my jock strap, ayy
01:47
Ate the nut out my gut when I got back, ayy
01:48
Gave a nigga that back, so I rocked that, yeah
01:50
Real diamonds, nigga, go and rock that, ayy (ooh)
01:52
Ball hard, ball hard, pop that tag
01:54
Woulda scored 40 pounds when I bought my shag
01:56
Ayy, come on wit' it
01:57
You want that work, then come on, get it
01:59
Nigga talkin' 'bout bags, say I'm all in it
02:00
You ain't gotta worry, baby, I'ma come on wit' it
02:02
Chase that sack on my own mission, old head niggas say I don't listen
02:04
My daddy always told me keep the firearm wit' me
02:08
If a nigga play crazy, I'ma fire on a nigga
02:10
I drop that bag, they gon' kill you off the dribble (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
02:12
Say you make me mad, make that funk, I off a nigga
02:15
Mmm, yeah, for the racks, they gon' come pop a nigga (pop a nigga)
02:18
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
02:23
I got niggas, they gon' work it, they'll hit you, hey, hey
02:26
And all my niggas, they gon' up it off the dribble, hey, hey
02:30
And I got pistols that go pop-pop, knock yo' gristle, hey, hey
02:34
And I won't miss you, nah-nah, nah-nah, I won't miss you, hey, hey
02:38
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
02:41
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
02:45
I got niggas that kill for me off the dribble (off the dribble)
02:49
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
02:52
02:56
Lyrics & Translation
Dive into the raw and authentic world of hip-hop with "Hittas" by Yella Beezy and NLE Choppa. This track offers a powerful showcase of Southern rap's distinctive flow and hard-hitting beats, making it an excellent song to explore the expressive and vivid language often used in contemporary American hip-hop.
[English]
Mmh-yeah (CashMoneyAP)Ayy, NLE (Top Shotta)
Top Shotta, yeah, yeah, ayy
Dope boy swag, Air Force 1's wit' a white tee (a white tee, yeah)
I'm clutchin' Glocks, pussy nigga, ain't no fightin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I crossed a nigga on a lick, yeah, I'm shiesty
I'm fuckin' on a nigga bitch, yeah, I'm pipin'
Ayy, if I see an opp, then I'm dumpin' my choppa
I'ma hit him wit' .50, he don't need a doctor
When I see me a Perc', bitch, you know I'ma pop it
And just like a baby, sip out the bottle (yeah-yeah)
I'm gone off these drugs, I know I don't need it
I'm sippin' on yellow, they callin' me Beezy
She suckin' my dick and I love when she please me
Fucked her with her friend, they double teamin'
I'm on Mary Jane (Mary Jane) and Percy Jackson (and Percy Jackson)
I need to slow down on these drugs (ayy), think that I'm an addict
We livin' this murder, you know we not cappin'
And just like the cable, we bringin' the static
I'm stretchin' these niggas, they call me elastic
Cut him into half like I'm doin' a fraction (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no squares in my circle, bitch, I'm strapped like I'm Urkel
If he dissin' on me, swear to God I'ma hurt him
I put him in the dirt while I'm rockin' some Birkins
And bitch, I'm a pimp, every ho 'round me workin'
Money turned clean, it was too damn dirty
Keep me a .30 like Stephen Curry
Opp say he gon' kill me, nigga, I ain't worried
Up my Glock, then shoot it in a hurry
Ayy, I got niggas, they gon' work it, they'll hit you, hey, hey
And all my niggas, they gon' up it off the dribble, hey, hey
And I got pistols that go pop-pop, knock yo' gristle, hey, hey
And I won't miss you, nah-nah, nah-nah, I won't miss you, hey, hey
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
I got niggas that kill for me off the dribble (off the dribble)
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
Oh-oh, hey, I got that, hey
Tell me how the fuck a nigga gon' carry pistols
And a nigga pop that, you ain't pop back? (Yeah)
Real live shooter woulda shot back, hey (shot back)
Cop killa, booty knock yo' top back, hey (boom)
That's a ho tryna ride my jock strap, ayy
Ate the nut out my gut when I got back, ayy
Gave a nigga that back, so I rocked that, yeah
Real diamonds, nigga, go and rock that, ayy (ooh)
Ball hard, ball hard, pop that tag
Woulda scored 40 pounds when I bought my shag
Ayy, come on wit' it
You want that work, then come on, get it
Nigga talkin' 'bout bags, say I'm all in it
You ain't gotta worry, baby, I'ma come on wit' it
Chase that sack on my own mission, old head niggas say I don't listen
My daddy always told me keep the firearm wit' me
If a nigga play crazy, I'ma fire on a nigga
I drop that bag, they gon' kill you off the dribble (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Say you make me mad, make that funk, I off a nigga
Mmm, yeah, for the racks, they gon' come pop a nigga (pop a nigga)
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
I got niggas, they gon' work it, they'll hit you, hey, hey
And all my niggas, they gon' up it off the dribble, hey, hey
And I got pistols that go pop-pop, knock yo' gristle, hey, hey
And I won't miss you, nah-nah, nah-nah, I won't miss you, hey, hey
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
I got niggas that kill for me off the dribble (off the dribble)
I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters, I got hitters
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