K-Ruth - Hit Em Up
I be bouncing on these beats like a basket ballI realized all you bitches fake after all
All you Niggas hungry and homeless like a stray dog
Its time to hit em up get down or lay down
Oh you went over there with them I think its best that you stay now
I cant let that shit slide youll think was a play ground
Like j Prince jr Ill sneak in with my gun
Fool me once I can never let you finesse two times
If it aint a consultation dont be blowing up my phone kRuth can I have advice
Whole time you just a clone she want me to drop the pin she just cant leave me alone
You saw me standing next to them you know they put that shit on
You know I put that shit on I be dropped in every season
When I get in my zone they all start reaching
But when shit hit the fan bih they all go to fleeing
ima stand ten toes even if the soles tearing My friends over rated
And my exes over bearing I dont know which way to go lord please goo can smell me tell me
It wasnt even on the market but that offer made them sell it
I got bih pull with clothes she will ship or mail l it
I done did a lot shit but one thing I didnt do is settle
I had to love you from a difference
But that shit made better
Diamond twisting like Beyonce they keep getting wetter
Way more seasoned and watt more clever
Im out here creating stars Im on a whole new level
They seem like they just love me more when I didnt have my together
I feel like 2 pac Im in beast of the belly
I pull up to the block its a shoot out at the deli
Bitch I hit em up
I booked a flight up north I already took over the south
Idfw bitches I just put it in there mouth
Niggas really suffering in a drought looking clout
Ill pull up and check some shit drop your where abouts
When I fell back all all my haters started clicking up I had to circle back
line em up then hit em up
Never let a bitch rent space Ill pull the rug
You deal with too many middle mans bitch I am the plug
Never tried to open that door you bitches kept knocking
I tried to be humble but Im like fuck it lets be cocky
My shows aint stopping
Im shopping till Im dropping
I aint missing no meals different flavors steady. Copping
Pull up to sound express and tell my daddy get this bitch thumping
I been Certified youll never catch me bumping
I might just slide thru the city today and go out put some posters
They dont know when Im coming they just feel it going closer
Back then they aint want me but now its game over
I did it without a cosign Im outside like a clothing line
If you looking for me scan my flyer when you walking by
niggas be to concerned and consumed with who the hottest out
Nigga this longevity the hustle can never be denied sold out concerts bitches swinging in the parking
I made more moves then you did with a bigger amount threw rocks and hid ya hand your mad I figured it out
Written by:
shqurria walker
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