Real Hitta Lyrics - Kodak Black

Yea 

Baby I'm a certified smacker 

Plies, Kodak 

I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean? 

Yea, yea 

I know yeen never been with no real hitta 

No real nigga 

I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though 

I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner 

Yea, dat way 

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Have you ever made love to a real hitta? 

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field 

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' 

(I wanna know) 

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel 

'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell 

Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain't got no smell 

I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath 

All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer 

All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper 

Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa 

Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta 

The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's 

You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese 

I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye 

Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day 

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Have you ever made love to a real hitta? 

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field 

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' 

(I wanna know) 

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

Baby you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it 

If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busy 

But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin' in my city 

And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me 

I'ma get in that lil pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison 

And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't 

I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy 

And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made it 

I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady 

I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safety 

And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm gettin' to that money 

But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin' for me 

Have you ever made love to a real hitta? 

Yea, a nigga that's always in the field 

Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin' 

(I wanna know) 

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby 

I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician 

These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me 

Ya last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy 

Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's 

Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo 

Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0 

I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go 

Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so 

I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days 

That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage 

'Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta 

Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa 

Yea, I just wanna know... 

Have you ever made love to a real hitta