Ackrite Lyrics

Ackrite lyrics

[hittman]

 It's fuckin ackrite

 Question is - can i get some?  knahmsayin?

 Ackrite bitch

 When i see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?

 When i yank you by the fuckin perm

 Don't be lookin at a nigga crazy

 Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?

 Let me break it down for y'all

 

 It was just one of those days

 When i wanted to catch sunrays

 Fun to get blunted on a sunday, afternoon

 Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors

 And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes

 Zoom-zoom like the commodores

 Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores

 Around the full good-to-go girls

 Like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby

 I be postin all-world in the ride

 Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down

 Soon as we get to the beach i'ma put my fuckin mack down

 I'm playin lead, not the background

 It's time to put bronson on the map now

 Walk with my hand on my johnson, crack a smile

 Cuties peep my style, if i don't get some ackrite

 I'ma have to ack-wild

 

 Chorus: sung by hittman

 

 Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right

 Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight

 Sucker free for life, so you better think twice

 (aight?  and a give a nig' some ackrite)

 I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like

 Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype

 And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite

 (aight?  so give a nig' some ackrite, right)

 

 [hittman]

 Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, i'm stimulated

 For those that don't know big words, i'm fuckin faded

 Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot

 Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot

 Now we plot and pose

 Plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed

 Gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz

 With no game but brown-nose

 So i impose only like pros can

 "yo, is this your man?"  "no."

 Grab the bitch's hand, "i'm hittman."

 Bling! gold chain gleam

 "you're very eligible for my summer league team."

 Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed

 Then miss thing tried to scream on my brethern

 I got mad spit flame on the name

 Stefan, tattooed on her arm

 Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke

 Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

 

 Chorus (minus the word "aight" both times)

 

 [hittman]

 Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up

 Good samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up

 My homies crack up at the scene i made

 Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade

 If it wasn't for the one-time brigade

 I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp

 As cops parade i'm afraid it's time to break camp

 Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes

 From fake macks {*car horn*} aiyyo, chase them girls

 In that black maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her

 Neckbone, lookin back at us

 Plus, they on the dick cause the caddy's plush

 They blush, i bumrush the hush, with the largest crush

 Try to swing an ep tonight so i don't have to keep in touch

 Keep it on hush without the tip-in

 Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin

 Clip in the strap, i showed these niggaz how to act

 

 Chorus