Slum - Hit

Hit (feat. Lojtar)

Hey!
Vaffanculo lojtar
Hey
Yeah
Uh
Hey!
Ian, sei grasso

Hey, smoking that yoshee I got hella splifs
Hey, pocket full of posies buried presidents (presidents)
Racks on racks on racks, never less of it (less of it)
Another pair of racks better check yo bitch (yo bitch)
Uh hey, rodents on board, I gotta run from the boar
Bodies gone drop to the floor, I do this shit when I'm bored
Living a life like I'm poor
Hey, beef is a chore, feel like a run to the store
I gotta settle a score, I see a threat then I snore
Homie this shit isn't lore
Yeah!

People looking at me like my teeth is full of diamonds
I can't move around without thinking someone spying
Your bitch must be bored bet she feel like she been dying
Pussy open wide spread her legs and imma dive in
Homies hype you up next thing you know you just died (yeah)
You won't ever be me ain't no way to break my pride (yeah)
Imma light a splif all my opps just lost they lives (yeah)
Boutta make a hit it's that time (yeah)

This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
Hey!
This a hit (yuh)
Call me a hitman I'm killing this shit (killing this shit)

Hey, I be smoky like a empty lot (skrrt)
Hey, all my homies wait for me to drop (me to drop)
Still a loud boy I don't ever plan to stop
Psychedelic senzu beans you can call me kakarot (yuh)
Hey! I got you sinking just like kamikaze
I'm out here swinging and counting your body
Ya'll getting hit and I'm taking your shawties
The bitch hella naughty
Hey! Ya'll sticking out like a mole
Ya'll sticking out like a mole
The way you get dropped in that hole
All I can do now is smoke
Skinny sal boutta head home

People looking at me like my teeth is full of diamonds
I can't move around without thinking someone spying
Your bitch must be bored bet she feel like she been dying
Pussy open wide spread her legs and imma dive in
Homies hype you up next thing you know you just died (yeah)
You won't ever be me ain't no way to break my pride (yeah)
Imma light a splif all my opps just lost they lives (yeah)
Boutta make a hit it's that time (yeah)

This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
Hey!
This a hit (yuh)
Call me a hitman I'm killing this shit (killing this shit)

Ay, I'm making a hit
I don't like games but I'm playing to win
Anybody doubting is a negative bitch
I'll be taking every bounty on the way to get chicks
I be working for the money now I'm getting hella rich
Getting hella rich, getting hella rich
All these bitches see my rizz but it's haters on my dick (uhh)
Hey! Feel like I'm winning the lottery
I'm out here giving these bitches lobotomies
Pussy surrounding my pinky like "Promise me"
All these thots so happy they thought of me
Hey! Anyone hating just know they a wannabe
Not once in they life did they give some honesty
That's why they fake they just bottom feed
How's that for squashing beef

This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
This a hit (this a hit)
Hey!
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This a hit (this a hit)
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Writer(s): Kristian Prifti
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