[Plies & Kodak Black:]

Yea

Baby I'm a certified smacker

Plies, Kodak

I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?

Yea, yea

I know yeen never been with no real hitta

No real nigga

I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though

I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner

Yea, dat way



[Kodak Black:]

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'

(I wanna know)

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby



[Plies:]

I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel

'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell

Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain't got no smell

I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath

All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer

All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper

Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa

Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta

The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's

You ain't never f**ked a nigga that had this much cheese

I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye

Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day



[Kodak Black:]

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'

(I wanna know)

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby



Baby you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it

If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busy

But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin' in my city

And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me

I'ma get in that lil pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison

And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't

I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy

And ain't nothin' changed because I motherf**kin' made it

I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, I'ma treat you like a lady

I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safety

And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm gettin' to that money

But I'ma come through, and ima f**k ya like the police lookin' for me



Have you ever made love to a real hitta?

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'

(I wanna know)

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby



[Plies:]

I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician

These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me

Ya last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy

Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's

Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo

Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0

I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go

Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so

I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days

That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage

'Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta

Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa

Yea, I just wanna know...



[Kodak Black:]

Have you ever made love to a real hitta