Soulja Boy – “Hit!” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Musical act, Soulja Boy premieres the visual for the “Hit!” song co-produced by Hoops & Jackpot Beats. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Soulja Boy Hit

Soulja Boy is nearing the release date for his forthcoming project, Draco. The rapper’s album is set to drop later this month with some massive features attached to it. He recently debuted the remix to his hit single, “She Make It Clap” which will feature French Montana and Nicki Minaj, though it’s quite possible that those aren’t the only two massive names that will appear on the project.

In the lead-up to the release of Draco, the rapper returned this week with a brand new record called, “Hit.” It’s a short effort that runs for a little over a minute and a half. Eloquent strings and heavy drums drive the production while Soulja Boy does what he does best — talk his shit.

Soulja Boy – Hit! (prod. Hoops & Jackpot Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Well, boys, we hit the Jackpot this time) Yeah
(Yeah) Ayy, Hoops
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, trap out a big body
Young nigga pull up with sticks, we gon’ hit ’bout it
Ain’t askin’ nobody name, man, we shootin’ out the real body
Ain’t askin’ no questions, I just come to hit
When I’m in the booth, man, I’m droppin’ a hit
When they make a diss, I’ma get that boy hit
My diamonds, they hit, your bitch get hit
Nigga, I’ma shoot, I’m a young rich stepper, who the fuck is you?
Pull on they block, I got the birds
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera and you know what we do
We hittin’ off the rip, I ain’t doin’ no talkin’ to you
Turn that boy just to a ghost like Casper
The Lambo or the Urus, which one go faster?
I’m all in the club, the Perc’ is kickin’ my ass
I’m boolin’ on ZaZa, you know I got gas
This not a trick question, you reach for my chain, I’ma blast
Bad ass bitch with a fake ass
Cookie cocaine, straight glass
I got them hitters that blitz and they comin’ for nothin’
These niggas be snitchin’, they droppin’ a dime off a dozen
Hit, hit, hit, I got the AR-15 with the glick
SRT, mini man ninety, spark at it, book at it, diamonds, the Cartier rich
I came up from trappin’ and sellin’ them bricks
Finesse the whole world, you can’t have shit
How in the fuck did he go and do this?
Ice on my bezels, the top of the wrist
Two-tone the medal, I rock out and rockstar his bitch
Big Draco, baby, you know I’m the shit