Soldier Kidd That S A Hit Lyrics
That's A Hit by Soldier Kidd
[Intro: Soldier Kidd]
Triple-X, Triple-X Triple-X Triple-X
Winning lottery numbers coming up
Pockets so fat, soakin' in that bitch (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Playin' with my niggas then I'm gonna kill (Triple-X ayy, Soldier Kidd)
Fuckin' 'round with them, pull up, make 'em mad (Soldier Kidd)
Hundred bands, hundred bands (look)
[Verse 1: Soldier Kidd]
Pockets so fat, lookin' like a binder
Zoe Boy got the eyes of a tiger
He gon' bite, I supply it
Got that iron, then I go to firin'
You don't want no work, you just want to shine
I just popped another perk, got her snortin' lines
If he say he been my turf, you know that he lyin'
If he say he wanna get burnt the you know I'm slidin'
I ain't green nigga, you know that ain't me
But I got that heat, four hundred degrees
Pull up on my dog like pullin' up on me
Kill a nigga 'bout my dog 'cause they see it's deep
[Chorus: Young Mil Dope]
Young nigga fresh up off a lick
Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
If you roll up on a nigga, that's a hit
Like your bitch on my dick, that's a hit
I'm made for the trap, I'm never quittin'
Crackers on my ass but I'm too legit
Got these boogers on my wrist, that's a hit
Triple-X, Glory Jit, that's a hit
[Verse 2: Soldier Kidd]
And I'm fresh up off a lick whoadie, you ain't got no nicks whoadie
White boy like it's Zack & Cody, I been dreamin' of a Rollie
Pull up and I got my poley, nigga used to run from police
Why my pockets stay swollen, got a semi, ain't no colon
Nigga don't know I'm steady rollin', like some dice I'm steady rollin'
Brand new fire but that bitch stolen, you gon' die, ain't no holdin'
In your hood I'm just scrollin', all this money, ain't no foldin'
I just peep these niggas phony, you gon' reap what you sewin'
I'm too geeked like where you goin', all this ice it got me snowin'
All these hoes they gettin' boring, they ain't never met a foreign
They ain't never kicked no door in, used to go and hit on Lauren
What that is, these niggas pourin', I'm just ballin', I be scorin'
[Chorus: Young Mil Dope]
Young nigga fresh up off a lick
Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
If you roll up on a nigga, that's a hit
Like your bitch on my dick, that's a hit
I'm made for the trap, I'm never quittin'
Crackers on my ass but I'm too legit
Got these boogers on my wrist, that's a hit
Triple-X, Glory Jit, that's a hit
Triple-X, Triple-X Triple-X Triple-X
Winning lottery numbers coming up
Pockets so fat, soakin' in that bitch (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Playin' with my niggas then I'm gonna kill (Triple-X ayy, Soldier Kidd)
Fuckin' 'round with them, pull up, make 'em mad (Soldier Kidd)
Hundred bands, hundred bands (look)
[Verse 1: Soldier Kidd]
Pockets so fat, lookin' like a binder
Zoe Boy got the eyes of a tiger
He gon' bite, I supply it
Got that iron, then I go to firin'
You don't want no work, you just want to shine
I just popped another perk, got her snortin' lines
If he say he been my turf, you know that he lyin'
If he say he wanna get burnt the you know I'm slidin'
I ain't green nigga, you know that ain't me
But I got that heat, four hundred degrees
Pull up on my dog like pullin' up on me
Kill a nigga 'bout my dog 'cause they see it's deep
[Chorus: Young Mil Dope]
Young nigga fresh up off a lick
Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
If you roll up on a nigga, that's a hit
Like your bitch on my dick, that's a hit
I'm made for the trap, I'm never quittin'
Crackers on my ass but I'm too legit
Got these boogers on my wrist, that's a hit
Triple-X, Glory Jit, that's a hit
[Verse 2: Soldier Kidd]
And I'm fresh up off a lick whoadie, you ain't got no nicks whoadie
White boy like it's Zack & Cody, I been dreamin' of a Rollie
Pull up and I got my poley, nigga used to run from police
Why my pockets stay swollen, got a semi, ain't no colon
Nigga don't know I'm steady rollin', like some dice I'm steady rollin'
Brand new fire but that bitch stolen, you gon' die, ain't no holdin'
In your hood I'm just scrollin', all this money, ain't no foldin'
I just peep these niggas phony, you gon' reap what you sewin'
I'm too geeked like where you goin', all this ice it got me snowin'
All these hoes they gettin' boring, they ain't never met a foreign
They ain't never kicked no door in, used to go and hit on Lauren
What that is, these niggas pourin', I'm just ballin', I be scorin'
[Chorus: Young Mil Dope]
Young nigga fresh up off a lick
Ridin' dirty, still slidin' with the stick
If you roll up on a nigga, that's a hit
Like your bitch on my dick, that's a hit
I'm made for the trap, I'm never quittin'
Crackers on my ass but I'm too legit
Got these boogers on my wrist, that's a hit
Triple-X, Glory Jit, that's a hit