Lil Wayne – Hittas Lyrics

Hittas

Lil Wayne

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"Hittas." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:14 pm

Album: Tha Carter V

Track No: 14

Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad-ass bitch birthday party recently
She was crazy stupid thick
Mack in here
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them **** back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell 'em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up
I'ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they apps up
Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll them windows back up
Money in the air, who say white men can't jump?
Catch that **** late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once its gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell 'em bring my car around
Tell 'em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down
Then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin' to this shit
You woulda better not hop yo’ ass up
Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie
Yeah, I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word
This shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy
Goddamn, these snitches nosy
****, I'm a ass with that semi
Call me semicolon
Yeah, I got hittas woadie
Yeah, I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo' ass and leave the children snoring
I’m sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden
Yeah
Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie
I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders
That's my ****
You got **** but they not hittas
They got jitters, they get hit up
I'm placin' figures on your ****
Takin' bidders
Yo, if they your ****, it don't make a difference
I got shooters on pharmaceutas
They armed and brutal
Warn intruders, 'cause we don't doodle
We draw conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers
We don't need Google
I got paper on top of paper
We gon' need rulers
I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual
My hittas hungry Charleston Chew you, Bazookas chew you
Just like bazookas, don't confuse 'em
We only hittas, y'all only humans
Don't get hit up, woadie
'Cause I got hittas woadie
He's a very smart child
And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'?
Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one
You know, and he did. He said he's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'
He's, he done been here before

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Andrew Jones, Maurice Jordan, Tasha Baxter, Andre Scheepers, Torrence Hatch, Robert Isai Gonzalez & Taquari Hatch.

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