HAKI Lyrics

Hit that bitch like a buzzer beater

Yeah she on my dick and now I know a eater

I pull up on her like I'm Steph

I'ma rock the boat and then I turn to John Cena

Yeah, she got a wagon no Jeep

She a solid nine, but that bitch ain't know Aaliyah

She got my lil man steep

Might be on my mind, but just know I never need her

I'm spittin' like shawty ain't feelin' me

How I be rappin' so good but I'm still broke

The talent ain't even a question

I really be killin' this shit like I'm Death Row

I really be talkin' that ish like shish kebab

Boy, I cook up a mean flow

Ideally, I mean evidently the game

It needed me like I'm the head coach

I be that nigga you ain't gotta worry about

But you better be worried about

Like no disrespect, but I'm steppin' on necks with this rappin' shit

I got it figured out, I ain't got no manners with shit I be blurtin' out

Talkin' shit like it's word to mouth

I say what I want on this shit

Got them turnin' they heads

And you know that they yellin' out

(Fitz, Fitz, Fitz)

Nigga, look, I'm on they ass like the start of the week

The sight from the side of your line is defeat

I might let you live if your chest got a beat

Your bitch vegetarian, but she on me AT, she fuckin' for free

Yeah, look

Really I choose days

Just to shit on your favorite like UK

Keep my niggas round me like a blue state

Or a politician tryin' to dictate

And convince a nigga that he not fake

I'm a different caliber like AK

You a 22, boy, I do not play

Like I'm D1 and never got a break

(Fitz, Fitz)

Look, it's Fitz in the flesh

And they can't get the best of me

None of these goofy niggas standin' next to me

Niggas throwin' on flows like they dungarees

Thinkin' they better me?

Santa just fire them niggas

Cause they really thought they was rappin

They heard the flow and they thought they could match it

But I could've told you myself you was cappin

Nigga, look, these niggas ain't in it for real

I just heard what they wrote

Got me throwin' the phone get to laughin

These niggas better wake up cause I'm swervin' through beats

And I don't give a fuck bout no traffic

Somebody gon' recognize heat when I blow up from nothin

Better not say it was magic

Could carry a track on my back I'ma rise up on beats

On the mic I lay down on my baggage

They barely rap what they see

They can't hop on this beat

That's why all of they shit below average

Even with 21 writers, you can't make a sentence like me, boy, I'm really a savage