My Hitta

Yo, babe, you love me?
 (Yes, I love you)
 You gon' ride for me?
 (Yes, baby)
 No matter what, right?
 (No matter what)
 You're my lil' hitter?
 (Haha, why you always do that? Like...)
 You not gon' be my hitter?
 (No)
 If I give you the, if I give you the Glock
 You gon' bust that shit?
 (Nah)
 Hello
 Let's go, baby, I fuckin' love you, baby, you heard
 You heard?
 (I love you too)
 Ay, ooh, she spicy yeah I like her and she like me too
 I think I'ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe
 I usually don't trick but, shit, I got a trick for you
 I'm usually a hoe, but, girl, I got this dick for you
 And I don't have a boo 'cause I think I was meant for you
 And I just bought a Cooper coupe
 That's only meant for two
 My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ay
 We fucking up the highway like a high speed chase
 Blew fifty at the mall like it's my B-day
 But it's just a regular ordinary weekday
 Ooh, that's a bad bitch
 You can tell she eat her collard greens and cat fish
 I'm trying to make your daughter cry, sorry Miss Jackson
 I wear that pussy on my face like it's in fashion
 Ooh, she said I'm nasty
 Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi
 And if your ex is the disease then im the vaccine
 Blowin' bags, poppin' tags, we a tag team
 And we fuckin' up a foreign going max speed
 Shoppin' bags tippin' over in the backseat
 Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine
 And you bitches couldn't have me
 Even if she didn't have me
 Ayy, and I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 She the realest of the realest, man
 I don't need my niggas
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 She the trillest of the the trillest, yeah
 Ay, yeah, she my bottom bitch
 But when I need it
 Just like seasonin', she on top of shit
 Know how to treat her
 She a keeper, man, that's common sense
 And, yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it's an accomplishment
 She hot like Mexico, won't ever let her go
 She my little lightning bug, man, I just let her glow
 And she get what she want, can't ever tell her no
 She my little spoiled bitch, she got that boiled drip
 She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal shit
 Tell them niggas it's a wrap like on some foil shit
 'Cause this Glock will get you steaming on some boil shit
 I'm a thug, she a thug from the mud out the soil, bitch
 Ay, and I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 She the realest of the realest, man
 I don't need my niggas
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 I don't need my niggas
 'Cause my girlfriend is my hitta
 She the trillest of the the trillest