Hit That lyrics

[Intro: YRN Veezo]
(Ayo Southside, what the f*ck, man?)
Boom, boom, boom, grrah!
Veezo in this b*tch
Red, what up, sl*tty?
Uh (Grrah), y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
b*tch!

[Verse 1: YRN Veezo]
I hit that block like “f*ck who out there” (Boom!)
Let that .40 bust and burn his mouth there (Grrah!)
Catch a opp lackin’, strip his ass bare
And if his b*tch jump in? She catchin’ that flare! (b*tch!)
n*ggas be talkin’ like killers but foldin’ (Foldin’)
Hit in his chest now his ribs wide open (Boom!)
Say he got motion? We bend and revoke it
I got a drum in my Glock, b*tch, I tote it!
(Grrah, grrah!) In the trap like “where them licks?”
I done flipped me a pack, now I’m rich off sticks
Shorty eat di*k like a demon possessed
Put her face in the sheets and a Glock to her chеst (Boom!)
YRN steppin’, no love for no thot
Still finessin' that chеck while I’m dodgin' the cops
You think you safe 'cause you live on a yacht?
We slide with them choppers and air out the dock! (Bah, bah!)
[Chorus: YRN Veezo & Sexyy Red]
(YRN Veezo)
Bad b*tches to the front, let me see you get low (Uh-huh)
Gangstas to the back, let me see you let it blow (Boom!)
Hit that, spin back, f*ck what you heard (Grrah!)
If I up this pole, b*tch, say the last word
(Sexyy Red)
Yeah, hit that di*k, make it spit like a tech (Like a tech)
Pop this ass, let him nut on my neck (sl*t!)
We ain't in love, I just f*ck for respect (Uh-huh)
Put this coochie in his mouth like a Perc, leave him wrecked (Ayy, ayy!)

[Verse 2: Sexyy Red]
This that “get sl*tty, shoot first” type anthem (Uh-huh)
Told Veezo I'm ratchet, I’ll rock with the magnum (I do)
Head game real, he gone ghost like a phantom (Bye!)
Eat this cat raw, then I bust like a cannon (Boom!)
Ass fat like a opp in the dirt
Put his face in my crack, now he beggin’ for church (Lord!)
Got a Glock in my purse, I be bustin’ on sight
Let him suck toes, then I nut on his mic (Haha)
Red wig swingin’, this coochie ain’t average
Ride his face ‘til he twitch like a savage
He came in a minute, I laughed and I dashed
Left that boy droolin’ like he off a Xan
I don't cuddle, I c*m then I spin
Put his homie on live and I made him confess (Facts!)
I’m the queen of the trench, big head, big chest
pus*y got power, this box bringin' death (Boom!)
[Chorus: YRN Veezo & Sexyy Red]
(YRN Veezo)
Bad b*tches to the front, let me see you get low (Get low!)
Gangstas to the back, let me see you let it blow (Boom!)
Hit that, spin back, f*ck what you heard
If I up this pole, b*tch, say the last word
(Sexyy Red)
Yeah, ride that di*k, make it bounce like checks (Bounce, bounce)
Gag on the tip, f*ck love, what’s next?
We don't kiss, just grip on the tech
sl*t from the North, got heat on my chest (Red b*tch!)

[Verse 3: YRN Veezo]
Tell her “bend that ass down, I got one in the head”
I ain't cuffin’ no thot, I got guns in the bed (b*tch!)
Opps keep dissin’ but bleed when they bled
I just smoked on they brother and p*ssed on his head (Boom!)
Told Red, “spin with the switch,” she geekin’
Coochie got grip, got me limp for the weekend
Gave her a dub just to chill, now she tweakin’
I’m too up now, your main b*tch fiendin’
Every time I dance, a b*tch wanna drop
Every time I spin, a opp get shot (Boom!)
Every bar heat, no filler, no flop
YRN demon, I bleed my block (Grrah!)
[Outro: Sexyy Red]
Yeah, f*ck your b*tch, f*ck your clique
Red and Veezo got this b*tch lit
Don’t hit my line unless you eatin’ this clit
And suckin' toes with a gun on your hip, b*tch!