Hit up

Buddy said he was a hitter , fucked around and got hit up I don't give a f*ck might end yo life and get my dick sucked Jump in all black truck in all black, wit my wrist up Heard that nigga robbed the plug cause he had to get his bricks up One phone call his mama crib getting lit up Don't play round with that money , if you do you bet not slip up Don't make no wrong moves boy you bet not even hiccup Pop a pill and rock a show Front row Got they tits up Promoter said he short on that bread he gettin' stick'd up Bet not try to run cause shit gone hit you from the hip up Long story short if you don't die You goin cripple Put my chain on This ain't the same song This run up in yo crib leave with yo daughter brains on This murder what she wrote so boy don't ever play on it Put my chain on This ain't the same song This run up in yo crib leave with yo daughter brains on This murder what she wrote so boy don't ever play on it Guns up , sticks up , glock44 tucked Told her that i love her just to f*ck her, nigga so what She knew who i was before i met her Ok Don't get mad at me boy you should've put ya hoe up She wanna stay over kicked her out while she was toe up Gave that bitch a line can't even fit it in her nose She told me she was fun okay then baby let my bro f*ck Baby just don't throw up Her friend keep try trynna post her Put my chain on This ain't the same song This run up in yo crib leave with yo daughter brains on This murder what she wrote so boy don't ever play on it Put my chain on This ain't the same song This run up in yo crib leave with yo daughter brains on This murder what she wrote so boy don't ever play on it