YG, Day Sulan and D3szn - Hit Em Up

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 foolie
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 the 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 niggas 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)
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 foolie
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 (bang, bang)
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, I don't even gotta floss (ayy)
My coat feathers from a hawk (yeah)
Slide (slide), slide-slide (brrt, yeah)
Red rags on my side (brrt-brrt)
Bitch, I be outside reppin' my gang 'til I die, 'til I finish
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' nigga
That's how niggas 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 foolie
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)
Nigga want the pussy, tell 'em, "Ice the Glock, trick" (straight like that)
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)
Baddest in the city, ask anyone (I'm really)
Caught a case for my nigga, I'm the realest one
Hell nah, I ain't fuckin' with you goofy bitches (nah)
Hit 'em up, sendin' shots right out the hoopty, 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 foolie
Hit 'em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit 'em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang

Written by:
Daysha Morgan, Glenstine Rodney, Jordan Michael, Keenon Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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