American rapper Bossman Dlow released his new single “Hit” with Gucci Mane on Monday, May 12, 2025. It is a braggadocious, high-energy anthem that revolves around flexing, trapping, and a lavish lifestyle. The lyrics of the song are direct, full of confidence, and delivered with an assertive attitude. The overall vibe is very loud, flashy, and club-ready and the mood of the song is carefree and triumphant. This song is for those who have come up with a hustle and want to live out in the open, not hide away. Whether you are a fan of Bossman and Mane or just simply someone looking for meaningful lyrics, this song is bound to leave an impression. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mindblowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along. Read Hit lyrics by Bossman Dlow and Gucci Mane below and experience the song’s passion.
Lyrics of Hit by Bossman Dlow & Gucci Mane
I’m A Shit Talker, I’m A Shit Popper
He Got Money Problems, He Ain’t Got A Thousand Dollars
We Some Real Trappers, We Get Real Active
Say Your Pockets Smaller, She Only Fu*k With Ballers
Countin’ Blue Hundreds, Then I Rubber Band It Boy
In The Club Throwing One’s, Left Handed Boy
Let Me Grab That A*s Baby, So I Know It’s Real
Ay You Broke Boy, You Ain’t Got No Business Over Here
Rich Nigga Preference, That’s A Great Selection
Babygirl Exhausted, She Looking For The Bosses
Neck Going Stupid, Wrist Too Icy Nigga
Say She Want Louis, Say She Tired Of Nike Nigga
Maybach Cost A Quarter, I’m Eating Steak And Oyster
I Like Rolls Royce’s, Got Too Many Choices
You Wanna Win, Call Us
Wake Up, Fu*k The Mall Up
Every Car Fogged Up, And My Pockets Clogged Up
I Don’t Wanna Rap With You Boy, I Got Shit To Do
Dog Shit In A Two Seater, This A Chicken Coupe
Put A Hundred In My Mouth, I Just Left Johnny
Big Za In The Club, It’s A Damn Tsunami (Big Za)
I’m A Shit Talker, I’m A Shit Popper
He Got Money Problems, He Ain’t Got A Thousand Dollars
We Some Real Trappers, We Get Real Active
Say Your Pockets Smaller, She Only Fu*k With Ballers
Countin’ Blue Hundreds, Then I Rubber Band It Boy
In The Club Throwing One’s, Left Handed Boy
Let Me Grab That A*s Baby, So I Know It’s Real
Ay You Broke Boy, You Ain’t Got No Business Over Here
I Got Real Paper, Real Tall Paper
I Hide My Money In The Wall, I Call It Wallpaper
I Only Smoke Flavors, And I’m A Sous Tailor
I Got My Neighbors Mad, ’cause My House Bigger Than My Neighbors
I’m A Rich Nigga, I Need A Rich B!tch
Shorty Seen The Wop, She’s Tryna Risk It (Mpua)
Drop Top Ferrari, So You Know The Top Is Off (Off)
She Said She Scared Of Spiders, So I Had To Drop Her Off
I Ain’t Got No Worries, I Got Rich Nigga Problems
And When It Comes To Popping, I’m Like Go Over There And Pop It
Part-time Rapper, Full-time Shit Talker
Can I Test, See If It’s Real Bae, ’cause That Shit Wobbling
