Hit It Lyrics

You let me hit

But you already know

I don't care bout your feelings

Shorty we fucking no other extensions

Ain't no going back and forth

Baby no tennis

Wow wow

You let me hit but you already know

I don't care about your feelings

Shorty we fucking no other extensions

Ain't no going back and forth

This ain't tennis

Cause you won't admit it

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

She know I like balder than Krillin

Stay on my pivot

Pray for them digits

You let me hit it so why are you tripping

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You let me hit it so why are you tripping?

I'm still getting women

33 Year olds all in my mentions

Want to lock up the D Scottie Pippen

Got a cougar she flying from Memphis

Girl you playing You lying you tripping

Smoking wax getting high as a blimp

Haven't really got high in a minute

We just did a drive by in the rental

You not my bitch ima give you to Vick

& you not my dawg drop em off at the pound

In my 93 Honda I stayed with a pound

Go hit up Jordan my Brudda can vouch

Drench on a bitch made that lil bitty drown

Pull out a fit make that lul nigga frown

Falling in love with her how does that sound

Painting her face now she looks like a clown

I had a bitch that was hurting me

I know my worth now I'm getting currency

Baby I know you miss jerking me

Get out your feelings

Cause you don't get none of me

You let me hit but you already know

I don't care about your feelings

Shorty we fucking no other extensions

Ain't no going back and forth

This ain't tennis

Cause you won't admit it

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

She know I like balder than Krillin

Stay on my pivot

Pray for them digits

You let me hit it so why are you tripping

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You let me hit it so why are you tripping?

I just fucked a bitch

And I didn't get no digits

We met off snap

You know terror not missing

Slid on yo mama she all in my mentions

We met off the book and she never be tripping

Don't pay attention to these little niggas

Big Jared just put Terror onto some jiggas

Slaying these hoes man I kill with precision

She gonna spill all the tea call her Lipton

All in the paint and I'm dunking like Timmy

These bitches turning

These bitches be fibbing

She wearing pink

It reminds of Wanda

I'm sipping patron and cosmos with Ayonna

You buying that lil bitch some Prada

I could do the same but that pussy ain't private

Oooooouh

Getting this D is like profit

Give me some top

Then debate if we rocking

Oooooouh

Kayla you tripping

You let me hit it

I already told you I don't catch feelings

I don't be cappin I'm still a villain

Stopped her from sucking

That shit wasn't hitting

You let me hit but you already know

I don't care about your feelings

Shorty we fucking no other extensions

Ain't no going back and forth

This ain't tennis

Cause you won't admit it

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

She know I like balder than Krillin

Stay on my pivot

Pray for them digits

You let me hit it so why are you tripping

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You in your feelings

Get out your feelings

You let me hit it so why are you tripping