Issa Hit Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert
(Nah)
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin’ with the ruler (Frrah)
I ain’t with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser (He a loser)
Main bitch, she twenty somethin’ (Nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I’m not a rat, I can’t sue ya
(Woo)
(Woo-woo)
(Yeah, Lil Uzi Vert, uh)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Lit (Lit), lit (Lit), lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit), lit (Lit), lit (Lit)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)
Is it lit? Is it lit?
I got plenty chips, stack it up, touch ya wrist (Uh)
Bust down on your own nigga, but I got a better wrist (What)
My swag perpetuous
Perky done settled in (Yeah)
Your girl, my crib, beat the pussy with excellence (Huh)
Ass so fat, what’s your measurement?
Had to register in your regiment (Rage)
Baby, you could stay in my residence
Lil Uzi, fresh like a peppermint
Old ass nigga just made
Sir, that don’t make you a veteran
I was just back in Vegas, count back with three hunnid bands
Count up all my haters, nowadays I am a money man
Rock VETEMENTS like a [?], my new girl, she all ten (Yeah), yeah
(Woah, hello?)
(I mean it, woah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, huh)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
Too much sauce, swag, my disease, ooh
Swag-swag disease (I got the swag)
Ricky Rafy on my jeans, mm
Outer space, can’t see
Bitch, I’m rollin’ off the bean
Mm, my Glock got a beam (Glock)
Put dick in her spleen
She tried suck it through my jeans
Put dick in her spine (Her spine)
Make the bitch lose her mind (Mind)
Told that boy, “Wait in line” (No duh)
And that girl not mine (Mine)
Man, I swear she a dime (Dime)
Man, that bitch so fine (Fine)
I be smokin’ on moonrock, I ain’t smokin’ on no pine (Nah)
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shootin’ with the ruler (Frrah)
I ain’t with all the rumors
Her nigga, he a loser
Main bitch, she twenty somethin’ (Nah)
Side bitch, she a cougar
They steal my style, I’m not a rat, I can’t sue ya
Don’t let a bitch use ya
Yo’ music no mover
Yo’ nigga stay boo’d up
Ball up, you loser
Baton Rouge with the [?]
What’s your name, bitch? [?]
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Oh woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
It’s a hit, it’s a hit
It’s a hit, it’s a hit (Yeah, woah)
Is it lit? Is it lit?