Lyric Song Ackrite: Hittman
It s fuckin ackrite
Question is can I get some Knahmsayin
Ackrite bitch
When I see you in the spotyou just ackriteyouknahmsayin
When I yank you by the fuckin perm
don t be lookin at a nigga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the fuck outyouknahmsayin
Let me break it down for y all
It was just one of those days
when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sundayafternoon
Nigga got roomgrab the gat for misbehavors
and the chocolate faded boomflossin hip hop tunes
Zoom zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama orend up clownin whores
Around the full good to go girls
like them girlsridin shotgunbaby
I be postin all world in the ride
Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I ma put my fuckin mack down
I m playin leadnot the background
It s time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnsoncrack a smile
Cuties peep my styleif I don t get some ackrite
I ma have to ack wild
Chorus sung by Hittman
Blunt in my left handdrink in my right
Strap by my waistlinecause niggaz don t fight
Sucker free for lifeso you better think twice
Aight And a give a nig some ackrite
I m the type of nigga playa haters don t like
Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Aight So give a nig some ackriteright
Hittman
Uhhhhh drink kickin inI m stimulated
For those that don t know big wordsI M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty three degreesease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoeswith lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown nose
So I impose only like pros can
yquot;Yois this your manyquot; yquot;Noyquot;
Grab the bitch s handyquot;I m Hittmanyquot;
Bling! Gold chain gleam
yquot;You re very eligible for my summer league teamyquot;
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefantattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain t the bombmust be a dyke
witcho lips swolland give a nig some ackrite
Chorus minus the word yquot;Aightyquot; both times
Hittman
Frontin on the ack ritecausin me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain t serene when a nigga s on fade
If it wasn t for the one time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I m afraid it s time to break camp
Make trackswhere else can we go to take hoes
from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyochase them girls
in that black Maximathe passengeralmost fractured her
neckbonelookin back at us
Plusthey on the dick cause the Caddy s plush
They blushI bumrush the hushwith the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don t have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip in
Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set trippin
Clip in the strapI showed these niggaz how to act
Chorus
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