Song Lyrics

Yea, baby I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya kna mean?
Yea, yea
I know y'ain't never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
I'm tal'm 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm tal'm 'bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner (2-3-9-5-4)
Yea, dat way

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?
Yea, a nigga that's always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby

I done came back from pissing inside the Trump Hotel
'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under Febreze, 'cause she ain't got no smell
I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me starting to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there starting to look like a Pamper
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa
Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta
The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's
You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?
Yeah, a nigga that's always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby

You know I'm outchea in these streets, I gotta get it
If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the yo, bae I be busy
But you gotta pray for me 'cause these niggas be hating in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday he be letting you be with me
I'mma get in that li'l pussy like I'm just getting outta prison
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't
I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain't nothing changed because I motherfucking made it
I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, I'mma treat you like a lady
I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safety
And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm getting to that money
But I'mma come through, and I'mma f*ck ya like the police looking for me

Have you ever made love to a real hitta?
Yea, a nigga that's always in the field
Probably finessing, probably out here drug dealing
I wanna know
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'mma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably getting money if I ain't call ya, baby

I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
These li'l niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
Your last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0
I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go
Your last man, he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustling so hard I lose track of the days
That li'l pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
'Fore you leave this earth baby you better get you a hitta
Talking one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know

Have you ever made love to a real hitta

Algernod Washington, Dieuson Octave

The duration of Real Hitta is 3:51 minutes and seconds.