
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
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