Hit Stick歌词-Kodak Black

Hit Stick歌词由Kodak Black演唱，出自专辑《Hit Stick》，下面是《Hit Stick》完整版歌词！

Hit Stick歌词完整版

Hit Stick - Kodak Black

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Jesus Bobe/Abdallah Ahmad/Derek Garcia

Produced by：DR ZEUZ/Rvei.wav

Yeah uh uh uh

Uh

Blitz a

Hit stick tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip

Get off the streets

Swing it right after

I get on a bih nothin'

Make me back up

Think I got a oh he sleep

Come here boy smack 'em

Uh tryna put a in his backer

Saw the interrogation

That boy a singer

I thought he was a rapper

It's a

I hit stick tackle so mmm

That street's flamin'

Yeah hide your kids

Hide your

'Cause we ain't missin' nuttin'

By today I'm tryna have

A blood

Early morning she'll thought

We was just night riders

How them switches hittin' frutu taz

Call him typewriter

I get on a as like Bebe Kids

Skis and fatigues you mean

The feds raid the crib

Got so many souls

I can start a haunted house

If a make it on my radar

I might as well start countin'

If that just like me

He tryna take your life

I'm a righteous reaper bruh

Just please don't let me think I'm right

I'm a heartbreaker

Soul snatcher

It's just only a matter of time

Before your time stop bastard

Blitz a

Hit stick tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip

Get off the streets

Swing it right after

I get on a

Nothing make me back up

Think I got a oh he sleep

Come here boy smack 'em

Uh tryna put a in his backer

Saw the interrogation

That boy a singer

I thought he was a rapper

It's a

I hit stick tackle so

Mmm that street's flamin'

Play with my top

And get dismantled that's on gang

Back parked at ya drop

Kidnap ya yo' age

That get 'round me and run they bag up

This contagious

Stood up showered that boy with the lead

Thought that he was baking

Even your mama know that you gone get

A toe tag soon for with me boy

Should've stayed on the porch

I'm on your line like your phone tag

Straight crush a up

Smokin' with a swally joint

You hollerin' Snipers

Keep your aim on point

That get banged up frontin'

Lil' breh it ain't no point

For the juvenile turned convicts

Police hatin'

'Cause me and my dog rich

Blitz a

Hit stick tackle

Soon as the Spyder whip

Get off the streets

Swing it right after

I get on a

Nothing make me back up

Think I got a oh

He sleep come here boy smack 'em

High on it

Uh tryna put a in his backer

Saw the interrogation

That boy a singer

I thought he was a rapper

It's a

I hit stick tackle so

Mmm that street's flamin'