Plies - Real Hitta lyrics

[Intro: Plies & 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 n***a I’m talm bout like, a n***a dat really got a sack though I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner Yea, dat way [Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a n***a 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 [Verse: Plies] 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 a** she got back there startin’ to look like a pamper Pull up on ya a** 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 f**ed a n***a 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 [Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a n***a 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 [Verse: Kodak Black] Baby you know I’m outchea 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 n***as be hatin’ in my city And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin’ you be with me Ima get in that lil p**y like I’m just gettin’ outta prison And word around town, he bagged a n***a but he didn’t I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy And ain’t nothin’ changed because I motherf**in’ made it I’m a real hitta, I’m a real n***a, 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 f** ya like the police lookin’ for me [Chorus: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta ? Yea, a n***a 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 [Verse: Plies] I get ya hair done so much they start to think you (?) These lil n***as 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’ont 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 p**y 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 k**a Yea, I just wanna know… [Outro: Kodak Black] Have you ever made love to a real hitta