[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black]
Yea.
A#m
Baby I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
A#m F#
I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
D#m Fm
I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
A#m F#
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
A#m
Yea, a nigga that's always in the field
Fm
Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
A#m
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
F#
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
D#m
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
Fm
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
[Verse 1: Plies]
A#m
I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel
F#
'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
D#m
Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain't got no smell
Fm
I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath
A#m
All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer
F#
All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper
D#m
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa
Fm
Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta
A#m
The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's
F#
You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
D#m
I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Fm
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
A#m F#
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
A#m
Yea, a nigga that's always in the field
Fm
Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
A#m
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
F#
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
D#m
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
Fm
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
A#m
Baby you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it
F#
If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busy
D#m
But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin' in my city
Fm
And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me
A#m
I'ma get in that lil pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison
F#
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't
D#m
I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
Fm
And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made it
A#m
I'm a real hitta, I'm a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady
F#
I'm a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain't on safety
D#m
And if I ain't call ya back then bae I'm gettin' to that moneyBut ima
Fm
come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin' for me
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
A#m F#
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
A#m
Yea, a nigga that's always in the field
Fm
Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
A#m
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
F#
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
D#m
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
Fm
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call ya, baby
[Verse 3: Plies]
A#m
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
F#
These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
D#m
Ya last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy
Fm
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's
A#m
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
F#
Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100-0
D#m
I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check I'll go.
Fm
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
A#m
I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days
F#
That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
D#m
'Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta
Fm
Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
A#m
Yea, I just wanna know...
[Outro: Kodak Black]
F#
Have you ever made love to a real hitta