Hit 'Em Up

Think it's a game?
 Yeah, ayy, uh
 Huh-uh, look
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
 Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
 Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
 Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
 Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
 Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
 Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
 Can't find you, we get your people
 This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
 I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
 I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
 I got some problems
 I take my problems out on other people, yeah
 I got no problem with shootin' it out
 Don't give no damn, nigga, hey
 I got no problem with shootin' it out
 Don't give no damn, yeah
 I got a whole hundred rounds and
 I pray it don't jam, yeah
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 Ayy, I put one carat in my nose, three carat an ear
 If I put like six carats on him, he gon' disappear
 I'm givin' out, I'm sendin' out gifts, sendin' moms an M
 We maskin' up like it's Halloween every day of the year
 I'm comin' off the hip, huh, you know we'll toss the shrimp, huh
 Ayy, we eat lobster, a lot of pasta, real mobster 'dem
 You know my pops a pimp, you know my moms like Brazil
 Got a crib in Austell and it's only for the mail, and
 I be high as hell, I could probably smoke a bale
 You know that runts got a different smell
 Leave him there, let him smell
 Never ever leave a trail, yeah (Fuck nigga)
 He ain't get a chance to tell (Ayy, pussy nigga)
 'Cause I just
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 ♪
 (Pooh, you a fool for this one
 Go Grizz
 
 Turn Me Up Josh)
 
 Think it's a game?
 Yeah, ayy, uh
 Huh-uh, look
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
 Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
 Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
 Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
 Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
 Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
 Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
 Can't find you, we get your people
 This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
 I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
 I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
 I got some problems
 I take my problems out on other people, yeah
 I got no problem with shootin' it out
 Don't give no damn, nigga, hey
 I got no problem with shootin' it out
 Don't give no damn, yeah
 I got a whole hundred rounds and
 I pray it don't jam, yeah
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 Ayy, I put one carat in my nose, three carat an ear
 If I put like six carats on him, he gon' disappear
 I'm givin' out, I'm sendin' out gifts, sendin' moms an M
 We maskin' up like it's Halloween every day of the year
 I'm comin' off the hip, huh, you know we'll toss the shrimp, huh
 Ayy, we eat lobster, a lot of pasta, real mobster 'dem
 You know my pops a pimp, you know my moms like Brazil
 Got a crib in Austell and it's only for the mail, and
 I be high as hell, I could probably smoke a bale
 You know that runts got a different smell
 Leave him there, let him smell
 Never ever leave a trail, yeah (Fuck nigga)
 He ain't get a chance to tell (Ayy, pussy nigga)
 'Cause I just
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
 Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
 Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh
 ♪
 (Pooh, you a fool for this one
 Go Grizz
 
 Turn Me Up Josh)