My Hitta Lyrics – Y.G.
Singer: Y.G.
Title: My Hitta
I said that I’mma ride for my motherf#ckin’ hitta
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my hittas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (My motherf#ckin’ hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta
Duh
First thing’s first I love all my hittas
This rap sh#t cracked and I involve my hittas
You lookin’ for some lean, lemme call my hitta
He sell it for the high, I need all mines hitta
Some hittas smoke smoke, some hittas drink drank
Got hittas on the block with the glock that don’t think
That’s a hitta back up, they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you hittas wanna act up
He talkin’ like a snitch no, that ain’t my hitta
He trippin’ off a b#tch no, that ain’t my hitta
Take a hitta case, yeah that’s my hitta
Know him since I was eight, yeah that’s my hitta
f#cked my first b#tch, passed her to my hitta
Hit my first lick, passed with my hitta
F*ck them other hittas ’cause I’m down for my hittas
I ride for my hittas, f*ck them other hittas (snitch)
I said that I’mma ride for my motherf#ckin’ hitta
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin’ outside all day with my hittas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta (Dope boys my hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (YG my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (Rich Homie my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (It’s the motherf#ckin’ world)
Just know I’m down with the hittas down for me
I got 2 words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my hitta, trippin’ on a half a B
When we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down #ss hitta gettin’ twisted
Hitta get to trippin’, knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I f#cked with you the long way, my hitta
So when I see you out I’m like, “Hey, my hitta!”
Drink that act right by the case, my hittas
Drink that act right and get straight with my hittas
Me and my hitta ridin’ dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don’t matter, go figure
I said that I’mma ride for my motherf#ckin’ hitta
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my hittas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta (My motherf#ckin’ world)
My hitta, my hitta (YG my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (Rich Homie my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my)
My hitta’s got K, money got weight
My hitta fronted me, he the reason I’m straight
My hitta got a house, my hitta got a lake
My hitta we eatin’, my hitta get a plate
And we’re still hittin’ licks, my hitta, my hitta
Runnin’ off a hitta sh#t, my hitta, my hitta
I f#cked a hitta b#tch with my hitta, my hitta
If a hitta talkin’ sh#t then he ain’t my hitta
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
Yg my hitta and I ain’t goin’ in, ain’t trynna leave my hittas
Shawty seein’ me and want to leave with a hitta
But it wasn’t enough room ’cause I came with my hittas
My hittas, my hittas
I need a set of wings ’cause I’m too fly, hitta
And I’m all about my business like a suit and tie hitta
I ride for my hittas (Believe that)
I said that I’mma ride for my motherf#ckin’ hitta
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my hittas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my hittas
My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta (My motherf#ckin’ hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta
Uh
My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta
Uh
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Tricky - If Only I Knew
STXTCH - July
Lyrics Y.G. – My Hitta
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru