Hit Em Up

We got glocks and they got drums I catch a opp he better run I'm ina field it ain't for fun aye glock 19 my favorite gun My pockets big ain't talking punn he broke as f*ck ain't got no funds That boy a lick ain't got no gun I run down since he trollin us Aye g lock hit 'em fold em up I guess he think he bold or sum Don't run just know I got the pump do him like Ricky now he stuck I catch a opp I see em bust aye now I'm up she wanna f*ck I catch em Tupac hit 'em up na catch em hit em pick em up I catch a shh I up it hit 'em we sent that f*ck boy to the spital We giving shots ain't talking liquor slide with yo friends they dying with you He soft as f*ck just like a pillow I up it bust it god be with em He play he get ate like a skittles aye g lock 19 it got rhythm Na g lock 45 it hit no lie I'm smoking shh aye damn I'm so high Eat that dick up like some hot fries we send you up there to the dead guys I catch em hit 'em damn the lead hot I crossed em hit em with a shamgod chase down gang I bet I catch 'em I caught em up it bet I stretch em 40 hit just like a wrestler I been had hoes like I was Hefner we left em down aye get a stretcher Aye bullets hit they ripping vessels aye g lock scream like heavy metal Go grab the Glock go grab the shh We got glocks and they got drums I catch a opp he better run I'm ina field it ain't for fun aye glock 19 my favorite gun My pockets big ain't talking punn he broke as f*ck ain't got no funds That boy a lick ain't got no gun I run down since he trollin us Aye g lock hit 'em fold em up I guess he think he bold or sum Don't run just know I got the pump do him like Ricky now he stuck I catch a opp I see em bust aye now I'm up she wanna f*ck I catch em Tupac hit 'em up na catch em hit em pick em up I'm on that block just like I'm shaq that f*ck boy never caught a hat We doing hit up out the scat I hop out tryna leave him flat Aye she gone f*ck just cause I rap but after that I send her back Got 30 shots up in this chop you run up bitch you catching that Aye glizzy melt em candle wax that boy a snitch he been a rat I'm ona link where killas that boy he bitch he not a threat That nigga gone won't get 'em back he ina wind na he a pack Aye we got za we servin that I catch a opp I'm burning that Hell na Zdot let em live hell na f*ck that shoot to kill We mask up load up time to drill I pop a opp just like a pill My Glock got hallows and it's filled I catch a opp he getting peeled Glock gone bust I shoot foreal aye he went down just like a hill We got glocks and they got drums I catch a opp he better run I'm ina field it ain't for fun aye glock 19 my favorite gun My pockets big ain't talking punn he broke as f*ck ain't got no funds That boy a lick ain't got no gun I run down since he trollin us Aye g lock hit 'em fold em up I guess he think he bold or sum Don't run just know I got the pump do him like Ricky now he stuck I catch a opp I see em bust aye now I'm up she wanna f*ck I catch em Tupac hit 'em up na catch em hit em pick em up