Kodak Black Hit Stick Lyrics
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Blitz a ** shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothin’ make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a ** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a ** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flamin’
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih ’cause we aint missin’ nuttin’
By today I’m tryna have a fuck ** shitting blood
Early morning she’ll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin’ frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a ** ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a ** make it on my radar, I might as well start countin’
If that ** just like me, he tryna take your life
I’m a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don’t let me think I’m right
I’m a fucking heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It’s just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
Blitz a ** shit, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothing make me back up
Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a ** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a ** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flamin’
** play with my top and get dismantled, that’s on gang
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo’ age
** get ’round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, ** thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gone get a toe tag soon for fucking with me, boy
Should’ve stayed on the porch
Bitch, I’m on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a ** up
Smokin’ with a swally joint
You hollerin’, “Snipers, keep your aim on point,” that shit get banged up frontin’
Lil’ breh, it ain’t no point
For the juvenile turned convicts, ** and bitches and police hatin’ ’cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a ** shit, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bitch, nothing make me back up
Think I got a bitch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a ** in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a ** shit, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flamin’