Hitta (feat. Eptic & Juicy J)

Marshmello

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

(One hitta quitta, one hitta quitta, one hitta quitta, one hitta quitta)
Ma-ma-mafia!
Shut da fuck up! Yeah

I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish
Shut da fuck up!

(Yeah, wow-wow Juicy J, yeah)
Pullin' up and rollin' up
Smoked up in exotic trust
Moto chicks that like the sub
When life's a speed like Daffy Duck
[?] Own me I'm too high
Take two puffs and touch the sky
We're strong, money low
Get [?] knocked and [?] hard
[?] In the atmosphere
Can't see you through this Cartier
You can say I'm kinda blind
I won't see numb, but dollar sign (yeah, hoe)
Chains on the neck like [?] metal
Can't go [?] while owl is [cheddar/cheater?]
Juicy, Eptic, Marshmello
Killin' shit, bring part better (yeah, hoe)
[?]
I thought I drown
Took so many nigga [holes?]
I'm back at start now lost and found (yeah, hoe)
[?]
She wanna share a [?] place
I got that one hitta quitta
I'm about to knock out that part (yeah, hoe)