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HitBoutIt Video (MV)




Performed By: Bones
Language: English
Written by: Elmo O'Connor




Bones - HitBoutIt Lyrics




We can hit bout it, stab bout it
Team hop out big body
Heard he talkin down on me now it's time to stand on it
Ram on 'em blam on 'em, put a trash can on 'em
Give a f*ck if his chain fake I'm gettin what I can for it
Pawn shop, lungs shot, I just wanna stalk you
Binoculars across the street cause I just wanna watch you
Boom boom clap, pussy I just wanna rock you
JNL and TeamSESH, baby that's my top two
Rock to it, many chains my neck is feelin tired from it
When I'm in the game, all the rest should just retire from it
Eye for an eye, you know just how it go bitch
Knockin' at your door, it's time to serve the notice
Broke bitch, flipping cushions tryna get a dollar bitch you hopeless
I hop on the stage and bitches holla, hocus pocus
TeenWitch, they still bump my old shit
Ion do designer, we design and rock our own shit

Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body

Get the f*ck up out my zone, all my whips has got a bank account
The f*ck up out my zone, what
The f*ck up out my zone-
Get the f*ck up out my zone, all my whips has got a bank account
The f*ck up out my zone, what
The f*ck up out my zone, what
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We can hit bout it, stab bout it
Team hop out big body
Heard he talkin down on me now it's time to stand on it
Ram on 'em blam on 'em, put a trash can on 'em
Give a f*ck if his chain fake I'm gettin what I can for it
Pawn shop, lungs shot, I just wanna stalk you
Binoculars across the street cause I just wanna watch you
Boom boom clap, pussy I just wanna rock you
JNL and TeamSESH, baby that's my top two
Rock to it, many chains my neck is feelin tired from it
When I'm in the game, all the rest should just retire from it
Eye for an eye, you know just how it go bitch
Knockin' at your door, it's time to serve the notice
Broke bitch, flipping cushions tryna get a dollar bitch you hopeless
I hop on the stage and bitches holla, hocus pocus
TeenWitch, they still bump my old shit
Ion do designer, we design and rock our own shit

Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body
Hit bout it, stab bout it, team hop out big body

Get the f*ck up out my zone, all my whips has got a bank account
The f*ck up out my zone, what
The f*ck up out my zone-
Get the f*ck up out my zone, all my whips has got a bank account
The f*ck up out my zone, what
The f*ck up out my zone, what
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Writer: Elmo O'Connor
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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