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letra de hit em up - yg, d3szn & day sulan

[chorus: yg]
i got the guap, i make a movie
i’m in the drop, i’m feelin’ gucci
stay with a glock and a lil’ uzi
i see a opp, i act a fool
we hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang

[verse 1: yg]
hi, i’m bob (hey), i keep a toolie
only do glocks, b-tch, i’m bougie (b-tch)
i’m in a drop, y’all might lose me (woah, woah, woah, woah)
heard she a thot, ho, i’m gucci
hang with the opps (nah), y’all confuse me
in your face, i spit a loogie
left to the right, my n-ggas slide
slide, slide, they do the toosie
put ’em down, difference in the score up (up)
it’s a number game, b-tch, and we four up (up)
he a cameraman, he shoot close-up
pop-pop-pop to thе range rover (pop-pop)
they likе, “boy, you gotta chill” (chill)
i’m like, “chill, ice out the grill” (b-tch)
you in the house, i’m in the field (field)
i call the play, they do the drill
[chorus: yg & d3szn]
i got the guap, i make a movie
i’m in the drop, i’m feelin’ gucci
stay with a glock and a lil’ uzi
i see a opp, i act a fool
we hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
hit ’em up, bang (i’m finna bleed this b-tch)
bang, bang, bang, bang (ayy)

[verse 2: d3szn]
run it up, i gotta get it
i’m deep in them trenches, that dope, i be whippin’
i’m whippin’ the foreign, my foreign got b-tches
my b-tches be bad, i be givin’ out inches
them dawgs be hitters, your dawgs be frauds (fraud)
got bulletproof cars, you a opp, you get offed (you get offed)
b-tch, i’m a boss (ayy), i don’t even gotta floss
my coat feathers from a hawk (yeah)
slide (slide), slide-slide (yeah)
red rags on my side (brrt-brrt)
b-tch, i be outside reppin’ my gang ’til i die, ’til i finish
bleed your block, i ain’t leavin’ no witness
i call the shots, my shooters on go (they on go)
i hit the hood, i’m on the four (four)
got choppers and dracos and glocks
mind your business, lil’ n-gga, that’s how n-ggas get smoked (gang, gang, gang, gang)
[chorus: yg day sulan]
i got the guap, i make a movie
i’m in the drop, i’m feelin’ gucci
stay with a glock and a lil’ uzi
i see a opp, i act a fool
we hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang (ahh)
hit ’em up, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang

[verse 3: day sulan]
i see a opp b-tch (okay), i’m on your top, b-tch (i’m on your sh-t)
i ain’t pullin’ out no tracks, you gettin’ socked, b-tch (ah)
i ain’t no thot b-tch (no thot), i’m a lil’ hot b-tch (hot b-tch, uh)
n-gga want the p-ssy, tell ’em, “ice the glock, trick”
hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up (hit ’em up)
bad b-tch, i didn’t have to get my titties done (no)
baddest in the city, ask anyone (i’m really)
caught a case for my n-gga, i’m the realest one
h-ll nah, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you p-ssy b-tches (nah)
hit ’em up, sendin’ shots right out the hooptie, b-tches, ah (ah, ah, ah, ah)

- yg d3szn day sulan

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