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Lil Uzi Vert - ISSA HIT Lyrics
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(Nah)
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin' with the ruler (grrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser (he a loser)
Main bitch, she twenty somethin' (nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya
(Woo)
(Woo-woo)
Yeah, Lil Uzi Vert, uh
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Lit (lit), lit (lit), lit (lit)
Lit (lit), lit (lit), lit (lit)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil' Uzi)

Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?

Is it lit? Is it lit? (Yeah)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit? (No)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit? (What?)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Whoa, ayy, yeah

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit, uh

I got plenty chips, stack it up, Tetris (uh)
Bust down on your own nigga, but I got a better wrist (what)
My swag perpetuous
Perky done settled in (yeah)
Your girl, my crib, beat the pussy with excellence (huh)
Ass so fat, what's your measurement?
Had to register in your regiment (rage)
Baby, you could stay in my residence
Lil' Uzi, fresh like a peppermint (uh-huh)
Old ass nigga just made
Sir, that don't make you a veteran (no)
I was just back in Vegas, came back with three hunnid bands (money)
Count up all my haters, nowadays I am a money man (money)
Rock VETEMENTS like an Asian, my new girl, she a ten (yeah), yeah

(Whoa, hello?)
(I mean it, whoa, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, huh)

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (oh whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)

Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh
Swag-swag disease (I got the swag)
Ricky Rafy on my jeans
Uh, outer space, can't see
Bitch, I'm rollin' off the bean
Uh, my Glock got a beam (Glock)
Put dick in her spleen (what?)
She try and suck it through my jeans (damn)
Put dick in her spine (her spine)
Make the bitch lose her mind (mind)
Told that boy, "Wait in line" (hold on)
And that girl not mine (mine)
Man, I swear she a dime (dime)
Man, that bitch so fine (fine)
I be smokin' on moonrock, I ain't smokin' on no pine (nah)

Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin' with the ruler (grrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser
Main bitch, she twenty somethin' (nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya
Don't let a bitch use ya
Yo' music no mover
Yo' nigga stay boo'd up
Ball up, you loser
Baton Rouge with the Khosla
What's your name, bitch? Lose ya (bye)

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit

It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (oh whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (okay)

Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
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(Nah)
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin' with the ruler (grrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser (he a loser)
Main bitch, she twenty somethin' (nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya
(Woo)
(Woo-woo)
Yeah, Lil Uzi Vert, uh
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Blatt (blatt), yeah (yeah)
Lit (lit), lit (lit), lit (lit)
Lit (lit), lit (lit), lit (lit)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil' Uzi)

Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?

Is it lit? Is it lit? (Yeah)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit? (No)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit? (What?)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Whoa, ayy, yeah

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit, uh

I got plenty chips, stack it up, Tetris (uh)
Bust down on your own nigga, but I got a better wrist (what)
My swag perpetuous
Perky done settled in (yeah)
Your girl, my crib, beat the pussy with excellence (huh)
Ass so fat, what's your measurement?
Had to register in your regiment (rage)
Baby, you could stay in my residence
Lil' Uzi, fresh like a peppermint (uh-huh)
Old ass nigga just made
Sir, that don't make you a veteran (no)
I was just back in Vegas, came back with three hunnid bands (money)
Count up all my haters, nowadays I am a money man (money)
Rock VETEMENTS like an Asian, my new girl, she a ten (yeah), yeah

(Whoa, hello?)
(I mean it, whoa, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, huh)

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (oh whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)

Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh
Swag-swag disease (I got the swag)
Ricky Rafy on my jeans
Uh, outer space, can't see
Bitch, I'm rollin' off the bean
Uh, my Glock got a beam (Glock)
Put dick in her spleen (what?)
She try and suck it through my jeans (damn)
Put dick in her spine (her spine)
Make the bitch lose her mind (mind)
Told that boy, "Wait in line" (hold on)
And that girl not mine (mine)
Man, I swear she a dime (dime)
Man, that bitch so fine (fine)
I be smokin' on moonrock, I ain't smokin' on no pine (nah)

Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin' with the ruler (grrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser
Main bitch, she twenty somethin' (nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I'm not a rat, I can't sue ya
Don't let a bitch use ya
Yo' music no mover
Yo' nigga stay boo'd up
Ball up, you loser
Baton Rouge with the Khosla
What's your name, bitch? Lose ya (bye)

It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit

It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (oh whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (yeah, whoa)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (okay)

Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
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Writer: Brandon Terrell Veal, Jordan T. Ortiz, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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