Hit Bout It ft. Dan Bandz Lyrics

Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it

She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting

Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains

Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy

I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi

My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant

I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party

Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it

She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting

Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the mountains

Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy

I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi

My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant

I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party

Gotta go harder, I been thru the pain

Money longer like Uzi, they say love is rain

Fly young nigga, I'm up with the plane

Niggas ain't havin, they stuck inna rain

Getting this money, ain't flipping no pages

Damn, fly out Cali bitch I'm on vacation

Bandz

Bitch on my dick, man she geeking to taste it

Lil bitch got a vibe with a pretty body, I ain't talkin adjacent

Play with the gang, we gon come with the chops

We gon kill you like Jason

100s and 50s you know I ain't racing

Go spin a bin, we boutta go racing

Hit me a jug, might buss down my wrist

Fuck round and buss down my bitch

Shoot from long range like I play from the Knicks

Glock with a leg and it came with a switch

Young and I'm turnt, how it happen like this

Palm angels when i chill in the vip

500 Just to smoke out the zip

Play with the gang, your lip getting zipped

Glock 45, it's compact

Whole gang tight,boy ywe ready for combat

Niggas be bluffing,they not even on that

Pour me a 4 and I'm sippin all night

Lemon cherry, got me feelin all nice

VVS, I ain't rocking fake ice

BOA, lemme drop it twice

Watch me blow up, I ain't talking bout dynamite

Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it

She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting

Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment

Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy

I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi

My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant

I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party

Feel like Kodak, bitch we get hit bout it

She wan fuck, then I told her keep counting

Ran up my racks, I'm tryn live in the moment

Cartiers frames, can't see you, it's cloudy

I'm with my brother, make plays inna Audi

My bands in my pocket, don't need an accountant

I'm coolin with Bandz and we startin the party