Hit


Lyrics to 'Hit' by Nav:

–Intro–
South side
If Young Metro don’t trust ya, I’m gon shoot ya

–Hook: NAV–
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit

–Verse 1: NAV–
My shooter gave me a promise, said he won’t miss
I’m rich, I’m just being honest, look at my wrist
You’re shit, you ain’t pissed
20k ain’t shit, spent that on my bitch
Roll up [?]
Got gorillas, a jungle with me
Snakes and bees on my feet
Bought a Range because I don’t want a Jeep
Fucking your bitch for a week
I fuck your bitch right where you sleep
Leaving my nut in your sheets
Molly turned me into a beast
Working four days, no sleep

–Hook: NAV–
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit

–Verse 2: NAV–
Wad on my wrist
Codeine when I piss
Got pills in my shit
Don’t think I could quit it
Take your xanies to sleep
Wake up and I sip
There’s a girl in my bed, and I don’t know the bitch
I’m sipping juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I’m touring
I couldn’t do it, had to get it like, life got boring
And I might close my whip, and all my bitches foreign

–Hook: NAV–
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit

–Outro–
I’m sipping juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I’m touring
I couldn’t do it, had to get it life got boring
And I might close my whip, and all my bitches foreign