Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Em Up, artist - Lil Loaded. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hit Em Up |
| Loaded dit it again |
| Loaded dit it again |
| Loaded dit it again |
| Loaded dit it again, ya |
| Loaded dit it again |
| Ayy, Contraband! |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| Spin the block, let the window drop, I’m hanging out the back |
| Don’t give a fuck, he hanging with the opps, that fuck nigga get smacked |
| His bitch want fuck, I don’t give a fuck, just tell me where he at |
| He in the cut, tryna spin on us, but, bitch, I’m dumping back |
| I got AR’s knocking bricks of walls, just like in Iraq |
| This shit deeper than a ship, up on the net |
| Knock some flesh right of his neck |
| Choppas fuck him just like sex |
| And this shit deeper than a ship, up on the 'Gram |
| Click-clack, let that chopper blam |
| Instead he calling me a fam |
| But you be dissing on the net |
| I’m finna send your ass to hell |
| Free my Gwuala out that gym, he coming home if he got bailed |
| How you quick to let it blow but get hit up and then you tell? |
| When y’all drugged a nigga up, ain’t nobody do no telling |
| We just pulled up with them sticks and turnt that shit to Armageddon |
| I was fucking on a opp’s baby mama, not no more |
| If I bring her to the crib and she add flavour, I’ma blow |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I got the drop |
| Bingo get 'em popped |
| Allah, him and Choc |
| Don’t you spray |
| Yeah, you watch and pray |
| Bitch, we gotta stop |
| Hop out the whip, oh, he tryna run, we just gotta walk |
| 223's hit him in his head, but knocked him out his socks |
| That AR jam, bro picked up my slacking 'til I could shake back |
| Ain’t got no aim, but always down to drill, shout-out to Lil Pat |
| He just 15, out here thugging bad, and he just wanna hat |
| Hopped out of school |
| Pistol in his pants |
| They won’t catch him lacking |
| Loaded snapping |
| Yeah, Lil Loaded rapping, they say I’m the best out |
| Hit him in his arm, chest, leg, and he ain’t check out |
| He was prayed up, he ain’t had no vest out |
| Put a bag on his head, I had to show him what that check 'bout |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |
| I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em) |
| I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch) |