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tyte - hit lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i told ’em i be droppin’ that sh+t that the streets be waitin’ for
yeah, like number four, tyte, though
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m from florida, on sight, b+tch, i’m hittin’ (i’m from florida)
got these diamonds on my neck, b+tch, i’m litty (b+tch, i’m lit)
i ain’t got to pop the trunk, i keep it with me (yeah, yeah)
chop, chop, chop, chop, that b+tch kickin’ (come on, man)
i can f+ck any b+tch that i want to (yup)
she don’t f+ck with you ’cause you don’t make boss moves (yup)
in the club, v.i.p., standin’ over you (yup)
i’ma wear these red bottoms like you ‘posed to (it’s tyte)
[chorus]
pull out the stick, hit (hit)
bet i call that ho or not, i’ll hit (i’ll hit)
i just left the f+ckin’ jeweler, i’m hittin’ (i’m hittin’)
i just dropped a new song, this a hit (this a hit)
pull out the stick, hit (hit)
bet i call that ho or not, i’ll hit (i’ll hit)
i just left the f+ckin’ jeweler, i’m hittin’ (b+tch, i’m hittin’)
i just dropped a new song, this a hit (it’s tyte)

[verse 2]
if she bad with her mans, i send the uber (send the uber)
i’ll take your ass out that pt cruiser (skrrt, skrrt)
this the type of b+tch you find inside a movie (yeah, yeah)
all these vvs’s, b+tch, i’m the coolest (come on, man)
i told the jeweler make me feel like a popsicle (yeah)
if they reach for my chain, i’ma overk!ll ’em (yeah)
put the set on the chain, that’s a murder gang (murder gang)
your partner died, you ain’t spin, we ain’t the same thing (it’s tyte)

[chorus]
pull out the stick, hit (hit)
bet i call that ho or not, i’ll hit (i’ll hit)
i just left the f+ckin’ jeweler, i’m hittin’ (i’m hittin’)
i just dropped a new song, this a hit (this a hit)
pull out the stick, hit (hit)
bet i call that ho or not, i’ll hit (i’ll hit)
i just left the f+ckin’ jeweler, i’m hittin’ (b+tch, i’m hittin’)
i just dropped a new song, this a hit (it’s tyte)
[verse 3]
every time a n+gga drop, it’s what they waitin’ on (yup)
i’m still stuck inside the trenches with a flip phone (yup)
if a n+gga out here broke, we can’t get along (yup)
every morning that i wake, i put that sh+t on (come on, man)
walk inside the club hittin’ (hittin’)
i look at a b+tch, i’m hittin’ (hittin’)
i can blow a lot of money ’cause i’m gettin’ it (yeah)
i’ma make that sh+t rain on these b+tches (it’s tyte)

- tyte lyrics

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