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letra de hit 'em up - grindhard e

[intro: rio da yung og]
b-tch
you said wait? huh? what?
oh, nah, i ain’t movin’ right now
you gon’ have to pick it up
yeah

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
bro, i’m stranded in the boondocks, come pick me up
my white boy just passed out, he ain’t gettin’ up
i just missed out on a pint, i couldn’t pick it up
i fell asleep off an eight, i need to quit this stuff
three-five of lemon cookie, you can’t hit this blunt
that lil’ p-ssy move to me, i ain’t hit much
you been smokin’ too much og, hit this blunt
this some real lemon cookie, no wax or nothin’
[chorus: rio da yung og]
bro, pull up on me, i can’t pick it up
phone ringin’ like a b-tch, i can’t pick it up
this a pint on the floor, i can’t pick it up
me and e just drunk an eight, we ain’t gettin’ up
fn five-seven when we hit ’em up
i feel like pac, n-gga, i’m finna hit ’em up
all eyes on me when we hit ’em up
blue tips hit his shoulders, i’ma lift him up

[verse 2: grindhard e]
bro, some sh-t went down, come pick me up
i gotta two-hand this b-tch, so weak, i’m strugglin’
bro, pull up right now, i got exotic crud
i just paid three-fifty from a cali plug
this hi-tech in my cup got me real stuck
this bees cookie so strong, almost collapsed a lung
these n-ggas hoes, they can’t fight, they’d rather grab a gun
and this fn five-seven turn ’em to a crumb

[chorus: rio da yung og]
bro, pull up on me, i can’t pick it up
phone ringin’ like a b-tch, i can’t pick it up
this a pint on the floor, i can’t pick it up
me and e just drunk an eight, we ain’t gettin’ up
fn five-seven when we hit ’em up
i feel like pac, n-gga, i’m finna hit ’em up
all eyes on me when we hit ’em up
blue tips hit his shoulders, i’ma lift him up
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
k!ll a n-gga in all white, lift my spirits up
catchin’ fifty-dollar flights, f-ckin’ spirit up
hit your b-tch for three nights, f-cked her spirit up
me and e drunk three pints, it f-cked my liver up

[verse 4: grindhard e]
we done drunk so many lines, i ain’t gettin’ up
fn hit his body, he ain’t gettin’ up
this is not the same pint, this a different one
all this d-mn codeine i’m sippin’, i need to give it up

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
this is not no og, this some different bud
i caught a body with the k and had to switch my gun
caught one in the vets, i had to switch the club
i always drop twenty on a n-gga, i like to give out dubs

[verse 6: grindhard e]
phone ringin’ like a b-tch, so i’m like, “f-ck the club”
this is not the same cookie, this some different bud
got the whole city talkin’ when we hit ’em up
everybody askin’ questions, but we don’t know nothin’

- grindhard e

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