Hittin My Shoulder Lyrics By Lil Uzi Vert

Hittin My Shoulder Lyrics By Lil Uzi Vert

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Boys hating, like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Damn, these boys hating, like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again” (Dun Deal on the track!)
Yeah, yeah

Here we go again (Yeah)
That boy stole my style (What?), stole my flow again (Yeah, yeah)
Damn, these boys hating (What?)
Like, “Here we go again” (Here we—, yeah)
Got played by a five, pulled up with a ten, yeah (Yeah)
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder (Woah, woo)
Whip the pot, now add the soda
This a Lamb’, how dare you say Lotus? (Woah)
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (Yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (Yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they are king cobra, mm-hm (Yeah)
Niggas ain’t tough, they act like they soldiers, mm-hm (Yeah)
Movin’ alone, I’m a VLONE soldier

At your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way ’til we all die

Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (Yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (Yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they are king cobra
Hold up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (Yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they are king cobra

Ain’t ’bout money, don’t say shit to me (No)
That’s that money talk (Yeah)
Hunnid thousand for my tab, I said, “Run it, dawg” (Yeah, damn)
She ain’t wanna listen to me, had to cut her off (Yeah)
Did I stutter? (Huh? Yeah, woah) Did I stutter? Nah (No)
First off, my new girl love her job, yeah (Woah)
Day time, I still see stars, yeah (Woah)
Pull up, the Wraith don’t park, yeah (Mm)
Watch how I release them doors, yeah
Had to release this whore (Ooh), yeah
Had to relieve some stress (Ooh), yeah
Count it up, get me strong, yeah
Count it up when I’m bored, yeah
Flip that girl like skateboard, yeah
You already got what’s mine, yeah
Now I want what’s yours, yeah”Issa Hit”

Nah
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin’ with the ruler (Grrrah)
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, yeah, blatt, yeah
Blatt, yeah
Lit, lit, lit (Is it lit?), lit
Lit, lit (Go to it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)

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? (Huh?)
Is it lit?
Is it lit?
Is it lit?
Is it lit? (What?)
Is it lit?
Is it lit?
Is it lit?
Woah, ayy, yeah

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 (Uh)

I got (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 (Callin’)
Ass so fat, what’s your measurement?
Had to register in your regiment (Rage)
Baby, you can 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 in Vegas (Yeah), came back with three-hundred bands (Money)
Count up all my haters, nowadays, I am a money man (Money)
Rock VETEMENT like I’m Asian, my new girl, she a ten (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, woah, hello?
I mean it, what? Uh
Yeah, yeah (Uh)

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, woah, yeah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Okay, yeah)

Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh
Swag-swag disease (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?)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin’ with the ruler (Grrrah)
I ain’t with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser (Loser)
Main bitch, she twenty somethin’ (Nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar (No)
They steal my style, I’m not a rat, I can’t sue ya
Don’t let the bitch use ya
Your music don’t move us
Your nigga stay boo’d up (Woah)
But after you lose her (Ayy)
Baton Rouge with a cool slut
What’s your name, bitch? Lose ya (Bye)
(Uh)

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, woah, yeah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
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?

At your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way ’til we all die

Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (Yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (Yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they are king cobra
Hold up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fuck that bitch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (Yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (Yeah)
Niggas be snakes like they are king cobra