BESTIE/HIT Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby is the latest English song. BESTIE/HIT lyrics were written by NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby while the song is produced by NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby.
BESTIE/HIT Song Details:
| Song | BESTIE/HIT |
| Singer | NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby |
| Produce by | NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby |
| Lyricist | NBA YoungBoy, DaBaby |
BESTIE/HIT Lyrics
[Part I: BESTIE]
Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities
I’m in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let’s go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like
She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let’s go)
Wanna link with her bestie and turn up
Some of ’em got that ass and all of ’em pretty
Got that bag and all saditty
She told me, “Just hit me,” I come to her city
I’m tryna go shoppin’, I’m bringin’ her with me
In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny
Party, I’m spinnin’ the bottle with bitches
Freaky, I’m fuckin’ with all of these women
I’m tweakin’, I’m givin’ ’em all of them Xannies
She wanna take her a pic’ on her iPhone
Can’t get in it, I never once hit it
You know how these people be think
We can stay as just friends, they gon’ say that we fuck around
At the loft, hit her up ‘fore I lay it down
Uber Eat, I’m too high, gotta bring it down
We gon’ smoke out the pound, gotta break it down
I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up
And I brought her a bitch, you won’t come in here
Don’t tell me no when I’m motherfuckin’ talkin’ to her
Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up
Took a right from my ex, I’m a vet’, had to snatch up
Had to look at the calendar
Twenty Ms and nigga, I think I ain’t rich enough
Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more
I be buildin’ my listin’ up
Late night with the baddest bitches
They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I’m feelin’ her
Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities
I’m in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let’s go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like
I like ’em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)
Bitch better on top
I know she ain’t fuckin’, I ain’t even finna ask her (Nah, nigga, fuck that)
Got me sittin’ in the car
All this goddamn ice on, hittin’ in the dark
Big pretty-ass whip, don’t make no sense
Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (Hah, damn)
I can’t lie, I be doin’ too much
You caught me in the room, you a fuck
Keep it real, don’t you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)
But that’s only if I’m in the mood
Shit, I feel her legs through the day
I think one of ’em be borin’ so I’ma need two
Bitches on me and that stick
Got both hoes lickin’ on me and it’s lit, goin’ Baby like, yeah
Yeah, both of ’em bad, saditty (Bitch)
Shakin’ their ass and titties (Go)
No, I’m not needin’ a pass for cities (Yeah)
I’m in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin’ in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)
But you can’t turn this bitch up without Baby, I got ’em like (Go, go, go)
[Part II: HIT]
[Intro: DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)
Maybach outside runnin’, fuck, uh, uh (Okay)
Maybach outside runnin’, uh, yeah
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Shut up, I know you don’t love me (Let’s go)
I’m fuckin’ on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)
The Maybach outside, uh
I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin’ (Yeah, bitch)
Don’t make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
You know when I air this bitch out now
I’m tryna be calm, I promise
It’s gettin’ too hard to be humble
It’s a Phantom outside, I’ma get in that
Send ’em lil’ niggas, I send ’em back up in the box in the coroner minivan
Go on ’em like Ja, make ’em spin like a ceilin’ fan (Ayy)
Hop out and blow at ’em (Now come on, let’s go)
You play with me, bitch, we gon’ make CNN
Bet a fuck nigga know better
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)
They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch
Better how sick that they get
Hit ’em with this and I bet your lil’ buddy you miss
I had to turn up my wrist
Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the below in the clip
Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit
I got a, uh, in this bitch, I got a, uh, in this bitch
I got the baddest ratchet bitch that’s dancin’ all on my dick
I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
Brrt, leave ’em slumped, you know I do, don’t say I don’t
Got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully