Issa Hit Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Nah)
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shooting with the ruler (Frrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her n!gga, he a loser (He a loser)
Main b!tch, she twenty something (Nah)
Side b!tch, she a cougar
They steal my style
I'm not a rat
I can't sue ya, (Woo)
(Woo-woo)
(Yeah, Lil Uzi Vert, uh)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Blatt (Blatt), yeah (Yeah)
Lit (Lit), lit (Lit), lit (Lit)
Lit (Lit), lit (Lit), lit (Lit)
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? (Yeah) Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? (Huh?) Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? (What?) Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Woah, ayy, yeah
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got plenty chips
Stack it up, Tetris (Uh)
Bust down on your own n!gga
But I got a bettеr wrist (What)
My swag perpetuous
Perky donе settled in (Yeah)
Your girl, my crib
Beat the pu**y with excellence (Huh)
As* so fat, what's your measurement?
Had to register in your regiment (Rage)
Baby, you could stay in my residence
Lil Uzi fresh like a peppermint (Uh-huh)
Old as* n!gga just made
Sir, that don't make you a veteran (No)
I was just in Vegas
Came back with three hunnid bands (Money)
Count up all my haters
Nowadays I am a money man (Money)
Rock VETEMENTS like I'm Asian
My new girl, she all ten (Yeah), yeah
(Woah, hello?)
(I mean it, woah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, huh)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Oh woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Okay, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Too much sauce, swag, my disease, oh
Swag-swag disease (I got the swag)
Ricky Rafy on my jeans, mm
Outer space, can't see
B!tch, I'm rolling off the bean
Mm, my Glock got a beam (Glock)
Put d!ck in her spleen (What)
She tried suck it through my jeans (Damn)
Put d!ck in her spine (Her spine)
Make the b!tch lose her mind (Mind)
Told that boy, "Wait in line" (Hold on)
And that girl not mine (Mine)
Man, I swear she a dime (Dime)
Man, that b!tch so fine (Fine)
I be smoking on moonrock
I ain't smoking on no pine (Nah)

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
Are you dumb? (Are you dumb? Nah)
Better use your medulla
I be shooting with the ruler (Frrah)
I ain't with all the rumors
Her n!gga, he a loser
Main b!tch, she twenty something (Nah)
Side b!tch, she a cougar
They steal my style
I'm not a rat
I can't sue ya
Don't let a b!tch use ya
Yo' music no mover
Yo' n!gga stay boo'd up
Ball up, you loser
Baton Rouge with the Khosla
What's your name, b!tch?
Lose ya (Bye)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Oh woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)
It's a hit, it's a hit
It's a hit, it's a hit (Yeah, woah)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?
Is it lit? Is it lit?