Hittin On Ya

[Verse 1]

I get my shit straightened out
All from the start it's pressed and starched
I don't need no stupid hoe
I'm not impressed with body parts
Usually I'm about my bag
But right now I'm gon' need a cart
I'll be fillin' it for so long
I might forget where I parked
Man I got a heavy load
A Persian bitch who belly roll
She fill me up with lettuce cheese
I feel like a deli roll
No matter what I get my way
I dare you to tell me no
Quickly I turn to a cobra
That's just me in Shelby mode

[Hook]

I got it down I'ma get it on
You don't know what kind of shit I'm on
I knock the dust off a mothafuck
That's what I call hitting on ya
I got it down I'ma get it on
You don't know what kind of shit I'm on
I knock the dust off a mothafuck
That's what I call hitting

[Verse 2]

I'm gon' bust this nut
And you gon' catch it like the Holy Ghost
I thought they was sleeping on me
But they all was comatosе
I don't take the recommеnded dosage
Bitch I overdose
Baby I'm gon' fuck it up
Cut the lights and close the door
I'ma be in it till climax
That's the big O rollin' eyes back
And shit if I do it I'm doing it big
I'm making a movie it's IMAX
At first I was showing a lot of you love
And now I am coming for mine back
I dare a mufucka to bite off of me
I'm a great white I'ma bite back

[Hook]

I got it down I'ma get it on
You don't know what kind of shit I'm on
I knock the dust off a mothafuck
That's what I call hitting on ya
I got it down I'ma get it on
You don't know what kind of shit I'm on
I knock the dust off a mothafuck
That's what I call hitting on ya