Marshmello – “Hitta” (ft. Juicy J & Eptic) [Audio, Lyrics]

American electronic music producer, DJ, Marshmello collaborate with Belgian DJ, producer, Eptic and American rapper, Juicy J on “Hitta”. The song was co-produced by Marshmello & Eptic. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Marshmello Hitta

In probably one of the most unexpected collaborations of the week, Marshmello, Eptic, and Juicy J have teamed up for a blazing EDM-rap crossover. Having previously lent beats to Hip-Hop acts like Wacotron and 2KBABY over the past handful of months, the DJ, producer, and Philadelphia native has now linked up with one of the most prolific and unstoppable rappers ever: Juicy J.

Titled “Hitta,” Marshmello’s new team-up with Eptic and Juicy J builds upon a sample of DJ Paul’s chorus from the classic Three 6 Mafia cut “One Hitta Quitta,” and the end result is a booming three-minute track that will undoubtedly make crowds go insane at music festivals later this year.

Marshmello – Hitta (ft. Juicy J & Eptic) (prod. Eptic & Marshmello)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
(One hitta quitta, one hitta quitta, one hitta quitta, one hitta quitta)
Ma-ma-mafia!
Shut da fuck up! Yeah

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

[Drop: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish
Shut da fuck up!

[Verse: Juicy J]
(Yeah, wow-wow Juicy J, yeah)
Pulling up and rolling up
Smoked out in exotic trucks
Model chicks, they like to suck
With lots of spit like Daffy Duck
Halo on me, I’m too high
Take two puffs and touch the sky
Weed strong, money long, got more cake than Dunkin Hines
Haters in the atmosphere, can’t see you through these Cartiers
You can say I’m kinda blind, I don’t see nothing but dollar signs
Chains on my neck like gold metals
Can’t go vegan with all this cheddar
Juicy and big Marshmello
Killing shit bring Paul back
Valet bring my car around
Dripped so hard I thought I drowned
Took so many nigga hoes, I’m about to start a lost and found
Private party, private jet
She wanna share her private parts
I got that one hitta quitta
I’m about to knock that out the park

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta-quitta
One hitta quitta, that one hitta quitta
Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

[Drop: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish
One, one, one, one, killish

[Outro: DJ Paul]
One hitta quitta
(One hitta quitta, one hitta quitta-quitta, one hitta quitta, one hitta quitta-quitta)