Real Hitta Plies (Ft. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Plies, Kodak Black]
Yeah
Baby, I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya kna' I mean?
Yeah, yeah
I know you ain't never been with no real hitter
No real nigga
I'm talmbout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talmbout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner (23954)
Yeah, that way

[Chorus: Kodak Black, Plies & Both]
Have you ever made love to a real hitter? (Yeah)
A nigga that always in the field, probably finessin'
Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby
I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby

[Verse 1: Plies]
I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel
'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under "Febreze" 'cause she ain't got no smell
I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper
Pull up on your ass with a bag just like I'm Santa
Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta
The only millionaire you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's
You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day (Yeah)