Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin'
By today I'm tryna have a f*ck nigga shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, f*ck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a nigga make it on my radar, might as well start countin'
If that nigga 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 f*ckin' heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (that's on gang)
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, f*ck yo' age (boy)
Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (damn)
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for f*ckin' with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch (bitch)
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up
Smokin' with a swally joint (nigga)
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' bruh, it ain't no point (mm)
For the juvenile turned convicts
Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Kodak Black - Hit Stick Lyrics
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Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin'
By today I'm tryna have a f*ck nigga shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, f*ck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a nigga make it on my radar, might as well start countin'
If that nigga 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 f*ckin' heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (that's on gang)
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, f*ck yo' age (boy)
Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (damn)
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for f*ckin' with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch (bitch)
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up
Smokin' with a swally joint (nigga)
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' bruh, it ain't no point (mm)
For the juvenile turned convicts
Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Yeah
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin'
By today I'm tryna have a f*ck nigga shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, f*ck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a nigga make it on my radar, might as well start countin'
If that nigga 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 f*ckin' heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (that's on gang)
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, f*ck yo' age (boy)
Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (damn)
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for f*ckin' with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch (bitch)
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up
Smokin' with a swally joint (nigga)
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' bruh, it ain't no point (mm)
For the juvenile turned convicts
Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Writer: Bill Kahan Kapri, Derek Garcia, Jesus Bobe, Abdallah Ahmad
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Florida rapper has been busy lending his time to other artists as of late. Because of this, possibly, Kodak Black felt the need to come back hollering on "Hit Stick". Here, you're getting nothing but the business from the MC as he dishes out threats to his enemies. "Blitz a n**** s***, hit stick tackle,
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm / I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up / Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em".
This intimidation display is done over an epically dark and grand instrumental with ear-piercing string sections. Kodak is definitely back, that is for certain.
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Kodak BlackSoon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm / I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up / Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em".
This intimidation display is done over an epically dark and grand instrumental with ear-piercing string sections. Kodak is definitely back, that is for certain.
-hotnewhiphop.com
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Bill Kahan Kapri, Derek Garcia, Jesus Bobe, Abdallah Ahmad
Released: August 9th, 2024
Year: 2024