Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah, baby, I'm a certified smacker

Plies, Kodak

I'm a real deal sniper, ya kna mean? Yeah, yeah

I know yeen never been with no real hitta, no real ****

I'm talkin' 'bout like, a **** that really got a sack though

I'm talkin' 'bout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner

23954, yeah, dat way

Have you ever made love to a real hitta? (Yeah)

A **** that's always in the field, probably finessin'

Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know)

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel

'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell

Name saved up under "Febreeze" 'cause she ain't got no smell

I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath

All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer

All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper

Pull up on ya ass with a bag, just like I'm Santa

Plug name Julio, but he don't play for Atlanta

The only millionaire you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's

You ain't never fucked a **** that had this much cheese

I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye

Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day

Have you ever made love to a real hitta? (Yeah)

A **** that's always in the field, probably finessin'

Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know)

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

Baby, you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it

If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo bae, I be busy

But you gotta pray for me 'cause these **** be hatin' in my city

And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me

I'ma get in that lil' pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison

And word around town, he bagged a ****, but he didn't

I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy

And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made it

I'm a real hitta, I'm a real ****, I'ma treat you like a lady

I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got, it ain't on safety

And if I ain't call ya back, then bae, I'm gettin' to that money

But I'ma come through, and I'ma fuck ya like the police lookin' for me

Have you ever made love to a real hitta? (Yeah)

A **** that's always in the field, probably finessin'

Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know)

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

(And you ain't never been wit no real hitta like dis)

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I get ya hair done so much, they start to think you a beautician

These lil' **** tryna come up, only reason they diss me

Ya last man bought you Bebe, but I buy you Givenchy

Biggest thang he ever did for you was take you to Chili's

Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo

Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0

I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check, I'll go

Ya last man, he was petty, tell him I said so

I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days

That lil' pussy was so sorry, I called it minimum wage

'Fore you leave this earth, baby, you better get you a hitta

Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa

Yeah

I just wanna know

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?