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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
Reginald Boyland
Reginald Boyland
Songwriter
Ryder Laston-Gaeta
Ryder Laston-Gaeta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bud
Bud
Engineer
JT
JT
Engineer
Quantum
Quantum
Engineer
Fabian Marascullio
Fabian Marascullio
Mixing Engineer
Ryda
Ryda
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit a mothafucka, hit a mothafucka, bitch
Yeah
Hit a mothafucka, hit a mothafucka, bitch
Yeah, everybody hitters, everybody killers
Hit a mothafucka, hit a mothafucka, bitch
Till a **** ass get hit like a mothafucka
Hit a mothafucka, hit a mothafucka, bitch
[Chorus]
Hit, sticks, glicks, blicks
Yeah, bricks, licks, clips, blitz
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, whips, switch, kicks, shit
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit
[Verse 1]
I got sticks, hey, sticks, yeah, sticks, like a old lady
Why that lil' bitch all up in my dick, if that's your old lady?
Keep a pocket rocket but been walking with that pole lately
Been stepping with the reapers, I been snatching **** soul lately
Choppers popping, **** road raging, counting old faces
You trust that bitch, she share your location, killers locate him
Got these hoes chasing, breaking hoes daily, slow your roll, baby
All these bitches mad 'cause I won't cuff 'em, I'm a ho, baby
[Verse 2]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I'ma step
****, blrrr, ****, blrrr, ****, blrrr, that's that TEC
Hey, walk a **** down, we gon' shoot 'em to his death, yeah
Watch a **** squeeze on this tip till ain't nothing left
[Chorus]
Hit, sticks, glicks, blicks
Yeah, bricks, licks, clips, blitz
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, whips, switch, kicks, shit
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit
[Verse 3]
I got hitters, woadie, I put a hit on woadie
Got **** poppin' out like Janet Jackson's titty, woadie
I took the eyeball to his family and his liver, woadie
I still got blood on my hand, look like my pen exploded
I got that semi loaded, I hit ya ass up with that Curry till you shimmy, woadie
He had a gat it was still buffering, mine was finished loading
Can keep his two cents to hisself, I had to penny loaf him
I had to Kenneth Cole him, hold up
[Verse 4]
Hit 'em up, I treat my nina just like a gentleman, I treat a diva
Just like she anyone, all on her cleavage, that's how it ended up, got a 2 liter
I had it tinted up, I'm on sativa, I'm on that indica, I'm 'bout that evil
I got the blicky tucked, I'm in a diesel, revving the engine up, I'm with lil' Beezy
This is a hit and run
[Chorus]
Hit, sticks, glicks, blicks
Yeah, bricks, licks, clips, blitz
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, whips, switch, kicks, shit
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, hit, hit, hit
Hit, hit, hit
[Verse 5]
Aye, hit a mothafucka, get a mothafucka
Watch me grab this chopper, knock a limb off, mothafucka
Hey, got 'em getting low just like a limbo, mothafucka
Hey, my **** sellin' snow just like timber, mothafucka
Spot 'em bingo, mothafucka
They bite my lingo, mothafucka
All these messy hoes fishing, Finding Nemo, mothafucka
That juice there here the bomb, like a C4, mothafucka
Hey, got 'em goin' crazy just like Ceelo, mothafucka
Hmm, oh, my leg hurt, hmm, yeah, my leg hurt
Stepping on these ****, bitch, I'm pressure till my head hurt
Hollin' "Yep" in my white tee, he a red shirt
Don't give a damn what the hype be, we gon' send that lead first
[Chorus]
Hit, sticks, glicks, blicks
We hit 'em, we hit 'em
Yeah, bricks, licks, clips, blitz
Hit, hit, hit
We hit 'em, we hit 'em
Yeah, whips, switch, kicks, shit
They hit, they hit, they hit, they hit
Hit, hit, hit
Yeah, hit, hit, hit
They hit, they hit, they hit, they hit
Hit, hit, hit
[Outro]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I'ma step
Cock it, hmm, ****, blrrr, ****, blrrr, that's that TEC
Hey, walk a **** down, we gon' shoot 'em to his death, yeah
Watch a **** squeeze on this tip till ain't nothing left
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Markies Conway, Reginald Boyland, Ryder Laston-Gaeta
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