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hit the dirt (feat. bekk) - akatullatulla lyrics

hit the dirt (feat. bekk) lyrics
[intro: akatullatulla & bekk]
roll my opps like a blunt
smoke them like a d*mn swisher
dump that stupid b*tch, man
you know i ain’t gon’ f*ckin’ miss her
haha yuh
back in the booth (with kinz)
we ’boutta go stupid
shoutout slime though
that’s yo mother man
we out here man
f*ckin’ mommas, stackin’ commas
not no selling dope on the corners man
real sh*t bruh (you dig, yuh, wrist swerve, wrist swerve)
ayy!

[verse 1: bekk]
5 foot 9, but you six feet under just like von
man, i smoke that o block, yeah i always keep my gun (ayy)
these bullets leave you looking like a donut, you a snack
but i don’t f*ck with bl**dy food, i keep my menus blue
i keep my chicks in two
now take it kinz, lets hear from you

[verse 2: akatullatulla]
she l!ck my d*ck and i l!ck her right back
laying this d*ck like a d*mn yoga mat
calling shots in chicago while whipping a tahoe
shе be talking nasty, thankful she not my hoe (yеah)
talk out your neck you get sent to jehovah
that ass too fat, know that i bent her over
hit it so good, said that i broke her shoulder
you trusted them, and like an auction, they sold ya
[verse 3: bekk]
l!ck on my d*ck in the back of the wraith
giving her brain while she giving me face
whip out my c*ck and i say ándale
hop on that b*tch and ride me like a race
i just nut in her mouth i said “ooh, how that taste?”
breaking her spine and she breaking my bank

[verse 4: akatullatulla]
only here for the neck so b*tch stay in your lane
got a beam with a d*ck cause b*tch i got no aim
got no love for these hoes, cause they p*ssy the same
copped a birkin bag to go with the choker chain
i might die if i dump her, the b*tch is insane
to the crew she a railroad, cause we running trains
cannot feel sh*t cause i’m off the procaine
eat out your b*tch, sound like eating lo mein

[outro; bekk & akatullatulla]
eating lo mein, might go insane
either shoot up your party or let that b*tch rain
i think my glock is h0m*, cause he blowing brains
i run up on your hood, that’s my firing range
feeling like roddy, i’m rich and i bang
ayy, b*tch!

- akatullatulla lyrics

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