Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit 'Em Up, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Think It's A Game, Warner
Song language: English
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 |