Back to Top

Hitboy Video (MV)




Performed By: Seven Thirty
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Reabetsoe Taole




Seven Thirty - Hitboy Lyrics
Official




I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I can get you hit boy
In my room with your thot
That ho getting hit boy
In my room with your thot
I been making hits boy
I got Givenchy, or some lenciaga told her pick one
I'm a problem child, and I walk round with a big gun
MVP this year, and my twin like Scottie Pippen
Just got to the function got em mad cause i'm already dipping
Stay with a cup in my hand like "What the f*ck that Baby J always sipping"
Mix that purple drank, this some Trissy that I shipped in
See meh posted up with glocky tucked, don't do the LinkedIn
I love dead presi ho, Benjamin not Lincoln
Bottle pop, pistol pop, after stu we boutta shop
New car at the body shop
Trick her out she kinda hot
Spill my drank inside the lot
I would fly before I lie
Cross my heart and hope to die, I be higher than Allah
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I can get you hit boy
In my room with your thot
That ho getting hit boy
In my room with your thot
I been making hits boy
I'm with feind and em we posted up exotic whips
I'm with demon and em we posted up widebody kits
Widebody kits
Exotic whips
Widebody kits
Exotic whips
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I can get you hit boy
In my room with your thot
That ho getting hit boy
In my room with your thot
I been making hits boy
I got Givenchy, or some lenciaga told her pick one
I'm a problem child, and I walk round with a big gun
MVP this year, and my twin like Scottie Pippen
Just got to the function got em mad cause i'm already dipping
Stay with a cup in my hand like "What the f*ck that Baby J always sipping"
Mix that purple drank, this some Trissy that I shipped in
See meh posted up with glocky tucked, don't do the LinkedIn
I love dead presi ho, Benjamin not Lincoln
Bottle pop, pistol pop, after stu we boutta shop
New car at the body shop
Trick her out she kinda hot
Spill my drank inside the lot
I would fly before I lie
Cross my heart and hope to die, I be higher than Allah
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I could get you hit boy
I can get you hit boy
In my room with your thot
That ho getting hit boy
In my room with your thot
I been making hits boy
I'm with feind and em we posted up exotic whips
I'm with demon and em we posted up widebody kits
Widebody kits
Exotic whips
Widebody kits
Exotic whips
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Reabetsoe Taole
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Seven Thirty

Tags:
No tags yet