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Ackrite (feat. Hittman)

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It's fuckin ackrite

Question is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?

Ack-rite, bitch

When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?

When I yank you by the fuckin' arm

Don't be looking at a nigga crazy

Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?

Let me break it down for y'allIt was just one of those days

When I wanted to catch sunrays

Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon

My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors

And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes

Zoom-zoom like the Commodores

Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning whores

Around the full good-to-go girls

Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby

I be postin all-world in the ride

Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back down

Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down

I'm playin lead, not the background

It's time to put Bronson on the map now

Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile

Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite

I'mma have to ack-wildBlunt in my left hand, drink in my right

Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight

Sucker free for life, so you better think twice

(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)

I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like

Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype

And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite

(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)Uh drink kicking in, I'm stimulated

For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded

Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot

Our first spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot

Now we plot and pose

Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed

Getting swarmed by those type of niggas

With no game but brown-nose

So I impose only like pros can

"Yo, is this your man?" "No"

Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"

Bling! Gold chain gleam

"You're very eligible for my summer league team"

Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed

Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren

I got mad, spit flame on the name

Stefan, tattooed on her arm

Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke

Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackriteBlunt in my left hand, drink in my right

Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight

Sucker free for life, so you better think twice

(And a give a nig' some ackrite)

I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like

Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype

And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite

(So give a nig' some ackrite, right)Fronting on the ack-rite, causing me to act up

Good Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up

My homies crack up at the scene I made

Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade

If it wasn't for the one-time brigade

I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp

As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp

Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes

From fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls

In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her

Neckbone, looking back at us

Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush

They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush

Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch

Keep it on hush without the tip-in

Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping

Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to actBlunt in my left hand, drink in my right

Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight

Sucker free for life, so you better think twice

(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)

I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like

Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype

And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite

(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

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