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YG, D3szn, & Day Sulan – Hit Em Up Lyrics

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I got the guap, I make a movie

I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci

Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi

I see a opp, I act a fool

We hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hi, I’m Bob (Hey), I keep a toolie

Only do Glocks, bitch, I’m bougie (Bitch)

I’m in a drop, y’all might lose me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Heard she a thot, ho, I’m Gucci

Hang with the opps (Nah), y’all confuse me

In your face, I spit a loogie

Left to the right, my n***** slide

Slide, slide, they do the toosie

Put ’em down, difference in the score up (Up)

It’s a number game, bitch, and we four up (Up)

He a cameraman, he shoot close-up

Pop-pop-pop to the Range Rover (Pop-pop)

They like, “Boy, you gotta chill” (Chill)

I’m like, “Chill, ice out the grill” (Bitch)

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You in the house, I’m in the field (Field)

I call the play, they do the drill

I got the guap, I make a movie

I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci

Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi

I see a opp, I act a fool

We hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hit ’em up, bang (I’m finna bleed this bitch)

Bang, bang, bang, bang (Ayy)

Run it up, I gotta get it

I’m deep in them trenches, that dope, I be whippin’

I’m whippin’ the foreign, my foreign got bitches

My bitches be bad, I be givin’ out inches

Them dawgs be hitters, your dawgs be frauds (Fraud)


Got bulletproof cars, you a opp, you get offed (You get offed)

Bitch, I’m a boss (Ayy), I don’t even gotta floss

My coat feathers from a hawk (Yeah)

Slide (Slide), slide-slide (Yeah)

Red rags on my side (Brrt-brrt)

Bitch, I be outside reppin’ my gang ’til I die, ’til I finish

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Bleed your block, I ain’t leavin’ no witness

I call the shots, my shooters on go (They on go)

I hit the hood, I’m on the four (Four)

Got choppers and Dracos and Glocks

Mind your business, lil’ n****, that’s how n***** get smoked (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

I got the guap, I make a movie

I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci

Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi

I see a opp, I act a fool

We hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang (Ahh)

Hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

I see a opp bitch (Okay), I’m on your top, bitch (I’m on your shit)

I ain’t pullin’ out no tracks, you gettin’ socked, bitch (Ah)

I ain’t no thot bitch (No thot), I’m a lil’ hot bitch (Hot bitch, uh)

N**** want the pussy, tell ’em, “Ice the Glock, trick”

Hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up (Hit ’em up)

Bad bitch, I didn’t have to get my titties done (No)

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Baddest in the city, ask anyone (I’m really)

Caught a case for my n****, I’m the realest one

Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin’ with you pussy bitches (Nah)

Hit ’em up, sendin’ shots right out the hooptie, bitches, ah (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

I got the guap, I make a movie

I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci

Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi

I see a opp, I act a fool

We hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hit ’em up, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang


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