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Hit 'Em Up
Young Dolph
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Doe B
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Ayy, Hous
Turn me up, dawg
Shit, you know what it is
Ain't too many niggas real as us
You lie too much so I can't take you serious
He owe me money, so I picked up my phone and hit him up
No answer, so I sent my niggas through there, they hit him up (Ayy)
Deal or no deal, still realer than your favorite rapper (Realer)
I done sold shit whiter than a table napkin (Real)
Got it out the mud, you the type of nigga pay for answers (Fake ass)
Huh, some of you niggas ain't even made for trappin' (Nah)
I done seen a nigga snitch on his own brother (Police ass)
Just to stay on the streets and still gon' suffer (Fuck 'em)
Put anything in my reach, I bet it's gon' double (Juggler)
I came from a long line of natural-born hustlers (Real bitches)
These lil' niggas ain't even seen what I seen (Never)
Feds had a house and six cars when I was sixteen (Young nigga)
I knew how to work a triple beam, trappin', servin' fiends (Real)
Tweety holdin' down a tool in case a
Nigga talkin' 'bout murkin' me (Hold up)
Ain't too many niggas real as us
You lie too much so I can't take you serious (Hell nah)
He owe me money, so I picked up my
Phone and hit him up (I need that, bruh)
No answer, so I sent my niggas through there, they hit him up (Ayy)
Hit him up (Hit him up)
Yeah, hit him up (Hit him up)
He owe me money, he playin', yeah, had to hit him up (Blatt)
Ayy, hit him up (Ayy)
Yeah, I hit him up
Ran out of that loud, so I had to hit my plug up (Huh?)
Think you Hercules until your shit get swole like a pumpkin (Yum)
And you don't get paid for thankin' niggas
So fuck your assumption (Fuck what you say)
Leave your son while stankin', nigga
Thinkin' it ain't on me (Bless you)
I'm from Montgomery, back when bangin'
Niggas like it's Compton (For real)
A shootout, that's the norm, a bond
A nigga like it's simple (Bond him)
Every other week, a body pop up like a pimple
Hit his block in a rental, niggas hangin' out the window
Red dot, shots fired, man down, ah (Ah)
Yellow tape, bloodshed, don't get scared now (Don't get scared now)
White sheets, slow singin', flower-bringin'
It don't matter where you at, we come and
Get you while in church, boy (Woo, woo)
Huh, come and get you while in church, boy
Ain't too many niggas real as us
You lie too much so I can't take you serious (Hell nah)
He owe me money, so I picked up my
Phone and hit him up (I need that, bruh)
No answer, so I sent my niggas through there, they hit him up (Ayy)
Hit him up (Hit him up)
Yeah, hit him up (Hit him up)
He owe me money, he playin', yeah, had to hit him up (Blatt)
Ayy, hit him up (Ayy)
Yeah, I hit him up
Ran out of that loud, so I had to hit my plug up (Huh?)