Hit Em Up

作词 : Dashawn Robertson/Cooper Anderson

作曲 : Dashawn Robertson/Cooper Anderson

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

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

Spin the block

Let the window drop

I'm hanging out the back

Don't give a ****

He hanging with the ops

That bitch nigga get smacke

His bitch want ****

I don't give a ****

Just tell me where he at

He in the cut

He tryna spin on us

But bitch I'm dumping back

I got AR's

Knocking bricks at walls

Just like in Irak

This shit deeper than a ship, on the net

Knock some flesh right of his neck

Choppas **** him just like sex

And this shit deeper than a ship, on the gram

Click Clack let that chopper blam

Instead he calling me fam

But you be dissing on the net

I'm finna send yo 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 u

Ain't nobody do no telling

We just pulled up with them sticks

And turned that shit to Armageddon

I was ****ing on a op's baby mam

Not no more

If I bring her to the crib

And she add flavour

Imma blow

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I got the drop

Bingo get 'em popped

****, him and Cho

Don't just spray

Yeah you watch and pray

Bitch, we gotta sto

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

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up

I hit 'em up

I hit 'em up

I fill 'em up

I fill 'em up