"Ya Hit" by Future & Drake feat. Drake, Travis Scott, Loe Shimmy turns loyalty into a hair-trigger threat. The chorus warns that messing with weak partners or reaching for jewelry means getting hit, and the verses pile up repossessions, betrayals, and casual violence as proof of power. Travis Scott’s image of a gun range behind a ranch collapses leisure into target practice, while Drake’s assistant earning an artist’s advance mocks ambition itself. The repeated phrase “ya hit” becomes both a warning and a boast, leaving no room for softness or second chances.
Ya Hit Lyrics by Future & Drake
(Feat. Drake, Travis Scott, Loe Shimmy)
You done lost your mind, you a psycho (Oh)
Already bad, you don’t need no lipo
Gotta call a jet, it’s a overnight show and fly (Oh)
And fly
Baby, you fuckin’ with lames, ya hit, ya hit
Reach for this diamond, my chains, ya hit, ya hit
I don’t really care for the fame, get hit, ya hit
She shakin’ ass, she done ran through the town, go down
Bustin’ so hard, I wan’ bust the bitch down, right now
Singing-ass nigga that won’t make a sound, it’s nothin’
Lieutenant Z built this shit from the ground, from nothin’
Fiend for the money, bitch call me a crackhead, ya hit
Caught a ho lackin’, went took back the G-Wag’, ya hit
Told a lil’ ho, “Go and find you a new daddy,” ya hit
Been up for a week ’bout to drop me a new bag, ya hit
Try to play with the Zombie, you know you get hit, ya hit
Bitch, you know I’m a monster, you know you get hit, ya hit
Like a bug, I done stepped on your motherfuckin’ trish, she hit
Nigga talkin’ that shit if you know you’re gettin’ smushed, so hush
Ho been talkin’ to lames, she ’bout to get fucked in the truck
Baby, you fuckin’ with lames, ya hit, ya hit
Reach for this diamond, my chains, ya hit, ya hit
I don’t really care for the fame, get hit, ya hit
She shakin’ ass, she done ran through the town, go down
Bustin’ so hard, I wan’ bust the bitch down, right now
Singing-ass nigga that won’t make a sound, it’s nothin’
Lieutenant Z built this shit from the ground, from nothin’
Slidin’ some rubber on top of the blick, it’s a grip (Bop, bop)
Bro just devoted his life to the gang, well, commit (The 6ix)
Chances are, babygirl, come on a trip, ya hit (Eugh)
Baby girl, put that lil’ hand on your hip, and then dip (Okay)
She puttin’ that dark in her glass, I got tints (Ayy), she lit (Baow-baow)
She lit, she lit (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, she lit
Your album ain’t gettin’ no better, it’s done, so submit it (Submit it)
You know who gettin’ paid the same as your advance? My assistant (On Blood)
Gun range in the back of the ranch, I aim, ya hit
I catch my bitch slippin’, I repo the Hermès, she sick (Sick)
Got some heat in Miami, want fuck with La Flame (Flame), it’s lit (It’s lit)
Imported her right out of Spain, she peng (Peng), she hit (She hit)
Konnichiwa land, go Tokyo Drive (Skrrt), I drift
In the trap with the vibes, they wouldn’t survive, this shit GTA VI (VI)
Why the fuck niggas be thinkin’ they VIP? You not slick
She want a threesome, I buy her a bitch
Shootin’ the stream, this shit live as Twitch
Not with the gang, this shit can get kicked, get hit, get hit, get hit
Baby, you fuckin’ with lames, ya hit, ya hit
Reach for the diamond, my chain, ya hit, ya hit
I don’t really care for the fame, ya hit, ya hit
She shakin’ ass, she done ran through the town, go down
Bustin’ so hard, wanna bust the bitch down, right now
Singing-ass nigga that won’t make a sound, it’s nothin’
Lieutenant Z built this shit from the ground, from nothin’
