Ackrite (feat. Hittman)

It's fuckin ackrite Question is can I get some? Know what I'm saying? Ack-rite, bitch When I see you in the spot, you just act right You know what I'm saying? When I yank you by the fuckin' arm Don't be looking at a n- crazy Just give up the digits and be the fuck out You know what I'm saying? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days When I wanted to catch sunrays It's fun to get blunted on a Sunday afternoon N- bathed & got groomed, grabbed the gat for misbehaviours And the chocolate flavoured boom, lost in hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning whores Round up four good-to-go girls Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby I be postin' all-world in the ride Sipping 151 done gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach Imma put my fuckin mack down I'm playin' lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite Imma have to ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause n- don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a n- some ackrite) I'm the type of n- 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 n- some ackrite, right) Uhhhhh... drink kicking in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words I'm fuckin' faded 83 degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed Getting swarmed by those type of n- With no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand. "I'm Hittman" Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team" Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren I got mad, spit phlegm on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke Gitcho' lips swoll, or give a n- some ackrite Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause n- don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (And a give a n- some ackrite) I'm the type of n- playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (So give a n- some ackrite, right) Fronting on the ack-rite, causing me to act up Good Samaritans save that hoe from getting slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo my actions ain't serene when a n- 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 tracks, where else can we go to take hoes From fake macks Ayo, chase them girls In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her Neckbone, looking back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the huss, with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tippin' Mackin' interrupted by some n- set-tripping Clip in the strap, I showed these n- how to act Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause n- don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (And a give a n- some ackrite) I'm the type of n- playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (So give a n- some ackrite, right) Biatch (yeah) I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on Stop that stuff Take that dick off your shoulder & put it in your mouth Drink the evidence & hide the dick behind your head The police is comin, it's code 10 Put this dick behind ya head