My Hitta - Young M.A

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?

(Ha, ha, why you always do that? Like…)

You not gon' be my hitta?

(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?

(I love you too)

Ayy, 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 ho, 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, ayy

And we fuckin' up the highway like a high-speed chase

Blew 50 at the mall like it’s my b-day

But it’s just a regular, ordinary weekday (Regular)

Ooh, that’s a bad bitch

You can tell she eat her collard greens and catfish

I’m tryna make your daughter cry, sorry, Miss Jackson (I'm sorry)

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 (Ride)

And if your ex was a disease, then I’m 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 back seat

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 trillest

Ayy, 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 (No)

She my little lightnin' bug (That's right), man, I just let her glow

And she get what she want (Uh huh), can’t ever tell her no

She my lil' spoiled bitch, she got that oil drip

She don’t follow other rappers, that’s that loyal shit

Tell them niggas, «It's a wrap», like on some foil shit (It's a wrap)

'Cause this Glock will get to steamin', on some boil shit (Grrr)

'Cause I’m a thug, she a thug, from the mud, out the soil, bitch

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 trillest, yeah

Ayy, ayy

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