HitEmUpTy - 3 Goats

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Choppa make him Beatbox
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Choppa make him beatbox)
Gang
Hop in this bit and then somebody dying
Them niggas put up they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up bitch I'm finna go in
No I'm not Dre (DreTL) but I'm kicking that door in
I call that girl Wendy cause I fucked her before (B4)
And she just pulled up and she riding with four friends
Riding in Miami and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got
And I feel like Spotem too cause I be riding with that G-shock
Shoot a nigga in his chest and make that nigga beatbox
Im high your not nigga you a fucking bot
I heard you fucked a fat bitch and that hoe had blood clots
Bitch you got a only fans that is not a job
Lil boy you not a gangster you a bitch your name is Bob
HitEmUpTy gone up that drac I bet you get your mom
And yeah that bitch was ugly but her coochie was the fucking bomb
One thing you should know about Meezy is I'm a asshole
Ion give a fuck about you bitches or the bro code
I'll fuck your bitch
I'll fuck your mom and fuck your sis
And bro I got a question how that preowned pussy tasting Chris? (Brianna)
My nigga HitEmUpTy had told me that shit was trash
And Yung Tae wouldn't stop that dissing now I'm on your ass
Boy you a fat bitch
And you don't trap shit
And you ain't got no guns nigga you don't clap shit
Boy quit the acting you never fucked a bad bitch
And let me pass it back cause now I'm just talking shit for real
Ay I spot I got em like Tupac who shot em
Give lil bro so you know ima dot em
Put him on a shirt now his niggas forgot him
Thought he was a fly from the way that I swat him
I'm talking a lot
I spot him he got
Ian lil boat but I'm riding the yacht
I feel like I'm goku I win just by plot
Don't be acting gangster if you know you not
That's how you get shot that's how you get dissed
They catch your ass lacking put you in a ditch
Ion feel like my glock cause my glock got a switch
And I'll never switch on my homies for shit
Ion want a hoe bitch I'm tryna get rich
Shoutout KV he be streaming on twitch
Your homie a rat boy we heard that he snitched
I was looking at A… and I wanted a kiss
I can't say her name
I got 2.1K I can't give out fame
Man these hoes do me dirty I swear they lame
Now a nigga blow up and they know my name
Gang
Hop on this bit and then somebody dying
Them niggas put up they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up bitch I'm finna go in
No I'm not Dre (DreTL) but I'm kicking that door in
I call that girl Wendy cause I fucked her before (B4)
And she just pulled up and she riding with four friends
Riding in Miami and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got (Yeah it's DreTL)
Uh
Yeah
If I spot em he gon be got
Boy that chopper make em beatbox
Yeah you know I keep my heat hot
Hold up
No I'm not ty but I'm hitting em' up
Nun of my niggas be giving a fuck
Drop that boy off like who picking em up
I'll smoke a opp pack while I'm sipping my cup
But enough of that
Thuggin' wit my brothers cause I love the set
They played his song I sound like Nardo Wick boy what the fuck is that
Fuck his vest
I throw them bullets at em I bet touch his neck
Ch-ch-Chopper make em' beatbox
And that Draco make em' st-st-stutter step
Yeah boy that Chopper make em dougie fresh
Yeah guess what I do
I tell dem' boys to Spin a block or 2
They threw a lot shots but ain't hit shit cause theayne follow through
My niggas lurking round corner nigga they been watching you
Just cause his homie moving sloppy we fucked around got his patna too
Got em soon as we spotted you
One up top and the bottom too
Murders moving mothical
Going dumb it's no logical
Ty gon' make that chopper beatbox i make it sing with no auto-tune
Yeah you the game I been ahead of it
Talking beef Ima dead the shit
Why hate if I got bread to get it
Ain' lied if I said the shit
I did ain't no correcting it
Fuck the judge he hit my nigga wit a subject and predicate
I'm gone
Sike bitch I'm going back off
Dre is the best I don't know what you thought
Catch that boy lacking I'm knocking him off
Yeah
Yeah you know I'm bout to eat the track
Gas em up gon smoking on that nigga like refer pack
Push to start the whip don't need a key for dat'
Lil' bitch wanna kick it well she gotta pay a fee for that (FIFA)
A fee for dat
Yeah she gotta' pay a…
I said lil' bitch wanna kick them she gotta pay a fee for dat (FIFA)
It's DreTL aye
Boy that's real rap
I know them real ones gon' feel that
I'm gone

Written by:
Armand Washington, Tyler White

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