Kodak Black - Hit Stick (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kodak Black - Hit Stick (en) Lyrics
Yea ugh ugh ugh
Blitz a nigga hit
stick tackle
Soon a spider whip get off the
streets swing 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
Tryna put a nigga in
his back ugh
Saw his interrogation boy a singer
I thought he was a rapper
Its a nigga shit I hit stick tackle
so as I streets flammin'
Yea hide your kids hide your bitch
because we aint missin' nuttin'
By today I'm tryna have a fuck
nigga shitting blood
Early morning she thought we
were just night riders
Hollow switches hittin' frutu
taz call him type rider
I get on a nigga 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 nigga make it on my radar, I
might as well start countin'
If that nigga just like me
tryna take your life
I'm a righteous reaper bruh just please
don't let me think I'm right
I'm a fucking heart
Breaker, soul snatcher, its just
only a matter of time
Before your time
stop bastard
Niggas play with my top and get
dismantled that's on gang
Back parked at ya drop,
kidnap ya fuck yo age
Niggas get round me and run up they
bag this shit contagious
Stood up showered that boy
with a leg, nigga thought
that he was baking
Even your mama know that you
gone get a toe tag soon
for fucking with me boy
Should of stayed
on the porch
Bitch I'm on your line like your phone
tag straight crush a nigga up
Smoke em with a swally joint
You holla snipers keep your
aim on point that shit
get banged up frontin'
Lil bra it aint no point
For the juvenile turned convicts, niggas
and bitches and police hatin'
Cause me and my dog rich
Saw his interrogation boy a
Singer I thought
he was a rapper
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