Ackrite lyrics

Artist  : Hittman 
Song : Ackrite



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														   [Hittman] 

 It's fuckin ackrite 

 Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin? 

 Ackrite bitch 

 When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite,
youknahmsayin? 

 When I yank you by the fuckin perm 

 don't be lookin at a nigga crazy 

 Just get with the digits and be the fuck out,
youknahmsayin? 

 Let me break it down for y'all 

 

 It was just one of those days 

 when I wanted to catch sunrays 

 Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon 

 Nigga ? 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 clownin
whores 

 Around the full good-to-go girls 

 like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
baby 

 I be postin all-world in The Ra 

 Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back
down 

 Soon as we get to The Beach I'ma 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'ma have to ack-wild 

 

 Chorus: sung by Hittman 

 

 Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right 

 Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz 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) 

 

 [Hittman] 

 Uhhhhh.. drink kickin 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 til some gangsters made
it hot 

 Now we plot and pose 

 plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed


 gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz 

 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 brethern


 I got mad spit flame on the name 

 Stefan, tattooed on her arm 

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

 witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite


 

 Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times) 

 

 [Hittman] 

 Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up 

 Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin 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 {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them
girls 

 in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost
fractured her 

 neckbone, lookin 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 

 Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin


 Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to
act 

 

 Chorus