Hitstick
Kitty
Double Cs on that fit, that's that drip drip
Comin' out lookin like a bad bitch (ooh, ooh)
Lookin' like a bad bitch, ah, ooh, ooh
Shoes, double cs on it, and they know that it's hit if Kitty breathe on it
That's the bottom line, really 'cause the streets want it
And that ass so soft, he can sleep on it
Hop up in a that foreign, drop that top, and hit the speed on it
And they love me 'cause I do it like a G on it
And that Dolce and Gabbana, spendin' street money
Wake it up, do it again, like I rewind it
Got yo' baby daddy in my DM, told me he love me
They be hatin' when they see me, and they be quiet
I'm like Deebo to these bitches, and I been poppin'
Bring that money to the table, and we eat off it
If this shit ain't 'bout no paper, ain't no need talkin'
Make the driver pull me up, can't let my feet walk it
Got blue hundreds in my bag, I get that cheese often
And the way we kill these bitches, they gon' need coffins, Kitty
Double cs on my shoes, make my fit flick
Diamonds in my watch, it got my wrist lit
Been about that dough like it was Bisquick
Hop up on that wood like it's a Hitstick (ooh)
Hop up on that wood like a Hitstick
Bend it over, bust it open, shawty get shit
Got a nigga back at home, but I might risk it
That's a bomb ass pussy, tell 'em, "Tick tick"
Boom! Told a nigga, "Face first"
Get my shit, and then I leave, it could be way worse
I ain't running after nothin', but my Chase work
Cash app, BOH, jump in that grey Vert
Pretty pussy, kiss it, he can lick it, have a taste first
Hit the booty, clap, and throw it, they gon' stay twerkin'
In that double R recliner, got the suede curtain
And I'm always on my grind, plus, my aim perfect, tell that bitch, "It ain't worth it"
Double cs on my shoes, make my fit flick
Diamonds in my watch, it got my wrist lit
Been about that dough like it was Bisquick
Hop up on that wood like it's a Hitstick
Hop up on that wood like a Hitstick
Bend it over, bust it open, shawty get shit
Got a nigga back at home, but I might risk it
That's a bomb ass pussy, tell 'em, "Tick, tick"
Boom!
And that bomb ass pussy, tell him, "Tick tick"
Boom! Meow, meow, meow
Kitty! Meow, meow, meow...
Double Cs on that fit, that's that drip drip
Comin' out lookin like a bad bitch (ooh, ooh)
Lookin' like a bad bitch, ah, ooh, ooh
Shoes, double cs on it, and they know that it's hit if Kitty breathe on it
That's the bottom line, really 'cause the streets want it
And that ass so soft, he can sleep on it
Hop up in a that foreign, drop that top, and hit the speed on it
And they love me 'cause I do it like a G on it
And that Dolce and Gabbana, spendin' street money
Wake it up, do it again, like I rewind it
Got yo' baby daddy in my DM, told me he love me
They be hatin' when they see me, and they be quiet
I'm like Deebo to these bitches, and I been poppin'
Bring that money to the table, and we eat off it
If this shit ain't 'bout no paper, ain't no need talkin'
Make the driver pull me up, can't let my feet walk it
Got blue hundreds in my bag, I get that cheese often
And the way we kill these bitches, they gon' need coffins, Kitty
Double cs on my shoes, make my fit flick
Diamonds in my watch, it got my wrist lit
Been about that dough like it was Bisquick
Hop up on that wood like it's a Hitstick (ooh)
Hop up on that wood like a Hitstick
Bend it over, bust it open, shawty get shit
Got a nigga back at home, but I might risk it
That's a bomb ass pussy, tell 'em, "Tick tick"
Boom! Told a nigga, "Face first"
Get my shit, and then I leave, it could be way worse
I ain't running after nothin', but my Chase work
Cash app, BOH, jump in that grey Vert
Pretty pussy, kiss it, he can lick it, have a taste first
Hit the booty, clap, and throw it, they gon' stay twerkin'
In that double R recliner, got the suede curtain
And I'm always on my grind, plus, my aim perfect, tell that bitch, "It ain't worth it"
Double cs on my shoes, make my fit flick
Diamonds in my watch, it got my wrist lit
Been about that dough like it was Bisquick
Hop up on that wood like it's a Hitstick
Hop up on that wood like a Hitstick
Bend it over, bust it open, shawty get shit
Got a nigga back at home, but I might risk it
That's a bomb ass pussy, tell 'em, "Tick, tick"
Boom!
And that bomb ass pussy, tell him, "Tick tick"
Boom! Meow, meow, meow
Kitty! Meow, meow, meow...
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon White, Taylor Alexandria Hing
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