Hit 'Em Up
Think it's a game?
Yeah, ayy, uh
Huh-uh, look
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
Can't find you, we get your people
This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
I got some problems
I take my problems out on other people, yeah
I got no problem with shootin' it out
Don't give no damn, nigga, hey
I got no problem with shootin' it out
Don't give no damn, yeah
I got a whole hundred rounds and
I pray it don't jam, yeah
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
Ayy, I put one carat in my nose, three carat an ear
If I put like six carats on him, he gon' disappear
I'm givin' out, I'm sendin' out gifts, sendin' moms an M
We maskin' up like it's Halloween every day of the year
I'm comin' off the hip, huh, you know we'll toss the shrimp, huh
Ayy, we eat lobster, a lot of pasta, real mobster 'dem
You know my pops a pimp, you know my moms like Brazil
Got a crib in Austell and it's only for the mail, and
I be high as hell, I could probably smoke a bale
You know that runts got a different smell
Leave him there, let him smell
Never ever leave a trail, yeah (Fuck nigga)
He ain't get a chance to tell (Ayy, pussy nigga)
'Cause I just
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
(Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Turn Me Up Josh)
Yeah, ayy, uh
Huh-uh, look
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
Can't find you, we get your people
This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
I got some problems
I take my problems out on other people, yeah
I got no problem with shootin' it out
Don't give no damn, nigga, hey
I got no problem with shootin' it out
Don't give no damn, yeah
I got a whole hundred rounds and
I pray it don't jam, yeah
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
Ayy, I put one carat in my nose, three carat an ear
If I put like six carats on him, he gon' disappear
I'm givin' out, I'm sendin' out gifts, sendin' moms an M
We maskin' up like it's Halloween every day of the year
I'm comin' off the hip, huh, you know we'll toss the shrimp, huh
Ayy, we eat lobster, a lot of pasta, real mobster 'dem
You know my pops a pimp, you know my moms like Brazil
Got a crib in Austell and it's only for the mail, and
I be high as hell, I could probably smoke a bale
You know that runts got a different smell
Leave him there, let him smell
Never ever leave a trail, yeah (Fuck nigga)
He ain't get a chance to tell (Ayy, pussy nigga)
'Cause I just
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
(Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Turn Me Up Josh)
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Writer(s): Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Kevin Andre Price, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Joshua Samuel
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