Hit Stick Lyrics – Kodak Black
Lyrics of Hit Stick by Kodak Black
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Blitz a n!gga s*it, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothing make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a n!gga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a n!gga s*it, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flaming
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih ’cause we ain’t missing nutting
By today I’m tryna have a fu*k n!gga s*itting blood
Early morning she’ll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hitting frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a n!gga ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, fu*k you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a n!gga make it on my radar, I might as well start counting
If that n!gga 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 fu*king heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It’s just only a matter of time before your time stop, ba*tard
Blitz a n!gga s*it, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a bih, nothing make me back up
Think I got a b!tch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a n!gga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a n!gga s*it, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flaming
N!ggas play with my top and get dismantled, that’s on gang
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fu*k yo’ age
N!ggas get ’round me and run they bag up, this s*it contagious
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, n!gga thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gone get a toe tag soon for fu*king with me, boy
Should’ve stayed on the porch
B!tch, I’m on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a n!gga up
Smoking with a swally joint
You hollering, “Snipers, keep your aim on point,” that s*it get banged up fronting
Lil’ breh, it ain’t no point
For the juvenile turned convicts, n!ggas and b!tches and police hating ’cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a n!gga s*it, hit stick, tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after
I get on a b!tch, nothing make me back up
Think I got a b!tch, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a n!gga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, that boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper
It’s a n!gga s*it, I hit stick tackle so, mmm, that street’s flaming
Hit Stick Song Credits & Production Details
| Song Title | Hit Stick |
| Singer(s) | Kodak Black |
| Musician(s) | Kodak Black |
| Lyricist(s) | Kodak Black |
| Language | English |
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