BESTIE/HIT lyrics

by

YoungBoy Never Broke Again


[Part I: BESTIE]

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some sh*t she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this b*tch up without Baby, I got 'em like
She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let's go)
Wanna link with her bestie and turn up
Some of 'em got that ass and all of 'em pretty

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got that bag and all saditty
She told me, "Just hit me," I come to her city
I'm tryna go shoppin', I'm bringin' her with me
In my cup, pour that purple, she f*ck with the Henny
Party, I'm spinnin' the bottle with b*tches
Freaky, I'm f*ckin' with all of these women
I'm tweakin', I'm givin' 'em all of them Xannies
She wanna take her a pic' on her iPhone
Can't get in it, I never once hit it
You know how these people be think
We can stay as just friends, they gon' say that we f*ck around
At the loft, hit her up 'fore I lay it down
Uber Eat, I'm too high, gotta bring it down
We gon' smoke out the pound, gotta break it down
I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up
And I brought her a b*tch, you won't come in here
Don't tell me no when I'm motherf*ckin' talkin' to her
f*ck around, I get mad and I bat you up
Took a right from my ex, I'm a vet', had to snatch up
Had to look at the calendar
Twenty Ms and n*gga, I think I ain't rich enough
Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more
I be buildin' my listin' up
Late night with the baddest b*tches
They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I'm feelin' her
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some sh*t she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this b*tch up without Baby, I got 'em like

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I like 'em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)
b*tch better on top
I know she ain't f*ckin', I ain't even finna ask her (Nah, n*gga, f*ck that)
Got me sittin' in the car
All this goddamn ice on, hittin' in the dark
Big pretty-ass whip, don't make no sense
Gotta have somebody hop out to put the b*tch in park (Hah, damn)
I can't lie, I be doin' too much
You caught me in the room, you a f*ck
Keep it real, don't you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)
But that's only if I'm in the mood
sh*t, I feel her legs through the day
I think one of 'em be borin' so I'ma need two
b*tches on me and that stick
Got both hoes lickin' on me and it's lit, goin' Baby like, yeah
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (b*tch)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities (Yeah)
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some sh*t she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)
But you can't turn this b*tch up without Baby, I got 'em like (Go, go, go)

[Part II: HIT]

[Intro: DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)
Maybach outside runnin', f*ck, uh, uh (Okay)
Maybach outside runnin', uh, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I got a stick in this b*tch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Shut up, I know you don't love me (Let's go)
I'm f*ckin' on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)
The Maybach outside, uh
I hopped out that b*tch, left it runnin' (Yeah, b*tch)
Don't make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
You know when I air this b*tch out now
I'm tryna be calm, I promise
It's gettin' too hard to be humble
It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that
Send 'em lil' n*ggas, I send 'em back up in the box in the coroner minivan
Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (Ayy)
Hop out and blow at 'em (Now come on, let's go)
You play with me, b*tch, we gon' make CNN
Bet a f*ck n*gga know better
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I got a stick in this b*tch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Both]
Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)
They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this b*tch
Better how sick that they get
Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss
I had to turn up my wrist
Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the below in the clip
Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit
I got a, uh, in this b*tch, I got a, uh, in this b*tch
I got the baddest ratchet b*tch that's dancin' all on my di*k
I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got a stick in this b*tch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
I got a stick in this b*tch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
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