Hit 'Em Up - YFN Lucci

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