(Intro – 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 ni**a
I’m talm bout like, a ni**a dat really got a sack though
I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way
(Chorus – Kodak Black)
Have you ever made love to a real hitta?
Yea, a ni**a that’s always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
(Verse – Plies)
I done came back from pissing 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 starting to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there starting to look like a pamper
Pull up on ya a$$ 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 ni**a 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
(Chorus – Kodak Black)
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a ni**a that’s always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
(Verse – Kodak Black)
Baby you know I’m outchea 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 ni**as be hating in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday he be letting you be with me
Ima get in that lil pu**y like I’m just getting outta prison
And word around town, he bagged a ni**a but he didn’t
I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain’t nothing changed because I motherf**king made it
I’m a real hitta, I’m a real ni**a, ima 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 getting to that money
But ima come through, and ima f**k ya like the police looking for me
(Chorus – Kodak Black)
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a ni**a that’s always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably getting money if I ain’t call ya, baby
(Verse – Plies)
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you
These lil ni**as 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’ont 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 hustling so hard I lose track of the days
That lil pu**y was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta
Talking one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know
(Outro – Kodak Black)
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
