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Hittas
Hittas
Hittas
Got him on speed dial
Thats my hitta
Straight up
No time wasted
One pop
That’s my hitta ya
Been waiting well here you go
Here’s your build up
Hold up
What you talking crazy for
Keep it up and find the surprise
Knock knock knocking at your door
Then you can’t escape no more
Yea hitta hitta
Got it stamped on my sweater
Shawty love me cause I’m ruthless
Simply better
She love me I love the buildup
Never seem under the weather
I ditch her she sends me letters
Says I should’ve treated better
Save her
Even she knows she can’t do no better
Gucci leather gang together
Bitch whatever call the hitta
Shoota, never see us back together
Got my sides they’re whatever
I got time, find my queen no rush
Waiting on a falling feather
Rather, be alone than be a simp
To a psychedelic bitch
So call my hitta, shoota
She can never wait a sec
On to the next real quick
Check in, blessing
Every city that I step in
Calls me legend
My voice like a verbal weapon so
Come and try me, try to threaten
Seconds later you’re in heaven
Pen and paper all I am
Some is nice and some is scummy
Hence why I got hittas mami
Come again
I’m the man
Do you finally understand
Hittas
Hittas
Got him on speed dial
Thats my hitta
Straight up
No time wasted
One pop
That’s my hitta ya
Been waiting well here you go
Here’s your build up
Hold up
What you talking crazy for
Keep it up and find the surprise
Knock knock knocking at your door
Hitta, hitta flow
Hitta hitta go, ey
Hit hit some more
Title ain’t fame, titled insane
Title this shit, yea, after my name
Bron in the lane, levitate game
Legacy building just like Dame
Movin the same, yet nothing to say
Enemy crossed up and dissed over
No one to blame
If we take over have our time
Then leave leftovers, bitch
One more minute, a minute to ditch
This ain’t a glitch
Got no time for you and your bitch
You and your pics
Rhythm is clutch
The leafs I smoke, strictly Dutch
And I see the way that y'all hating a bunch
So tell me hitta who do i call
Bitch what, what do you want
No I’m done
I’m gone
I savor revenge like its my one
I hit up my gang it turns you to soft
Hit up my loft in Bryant park
NYC the city of tough
If you can’t push then you get coughed
If you ain’t stand up you get tossed
So call the hitta and order a pop
Less talk more walk
Standards I raised since day one
It’s been like this since dawn
Alternate mind
Brain like a wond
Giving out spells on bitches for fun
Yea I’m the don
Culture blended in my raps
Three time zones all in one
Hittas
Hittas
Got him on speed dial
Thats my hitta
Straight up
No time wasted
One pop
That’s my hitta ya
Been waiting well here you go
Here’s your build up
Hold up
What you talking crazy for
Keep it up and find the surprise
Knock knock knocking at your door
Hitta hitta flow
Hitta hit a miracle
Hit hit some more
Hitta hitta go
WRITERS
Leonardo Viola
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