- YFN Lucci Hit 'Em Up 歌詞
- YFN Lucci
- Think its a game?
Yeah, ayy, uh
Huh-uh, look
Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
Dont make me broad day em, yeah
Dont 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, dont 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
Cant 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,
Dont give no damn, *****, hey
I got no problem with shootin it out,
Dont give no damn, yeah
I got a whole hundred rounds and I pray it dont jam, yeah
Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
Dont make me broad day em, yeah
Dont 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, dont make me broad day em, hey-ayy, uh
Ayy, I putone carat in my nose, three carat an ear
If I put like six carats on him, he gon disappear
Im givin out, Im sendin out gifts, sendin moms an M
We maskin up like its Halloween every day of the year
Im comin off the hip, huh,
You know well 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 its 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 (**** *****)
He aint get a chance to tell (Ayy, **** * *****)
Cause I just
Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
Dont make me broad day em, yeah
Dont 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, dont 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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