ScHoolboy Q
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Hit Em Up

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: ScHoolboy Q Canonical path: /schoolboy-q/hit-em-up Related lyric paths: 6
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Hit Em Up

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Gunpowder on my fingertips

Cocaine between my fingernails

Look, mama, what schoolboy brought to show & tell

Ain't got no vest, protected by these shells

Kill or be killed, lift up souls, we raising hell

Ungh - two for his back bring failure to his lungs

Yawk-yawk-knock-knock your bell been rung

Might burn your heart, this pistol'll fill your tum'

Ungh... Ungh... Dope dealer, dope nigga

Got the stash in the rental takin' blunts to the mental

Fuck y'all, go get 'em - bang 'em all

Ball and ball, money tall, pau gasol, want it all

I want that crib and I want that yard

I want that broad and I want that car

I'll pull your card for frontin' like you hard

You be in deep shit from this pistol

His heart racing, my heart's not

Shift his top, hold that thought

Wave my flag, bitch stop

You forgot, I hit 'em up... Yeah

Ungh... Boy, I hit 'em up...

Ungh, motherfucker, I hit 'em up...

Ungh... I say, nigga, I hit 'em up

They come to me to learn shit they can't learn in church

Like get him 'fore he get you first

Jump out with j-o-b, 'bout to put in work (work... Yeah)

Have a seat, this bullet pierce your shirt

Ain't nothing sweet, you'll see a star burst

I keep orange laces in my converse

Off house arrest, now hear this converse

I draw my pistol on my hip, you see that rubber grip

Don't have a half a clue, them boxes for hollow tips

I've got more oxy than a pharmacy

Also, I keep action clips, when I move e

Yeah, I swear to God won't find a nigga like him

I greet 'em, pop 'em, then I as-salamu alaykum 'em

Heaven or hell your only ultimatum

Hit a pussy for his lip ring, my niggas murder

No attempting - got blasted

'Nother dropped on his ass, placed up in that body bag

Toe tag, I hit 'em up!

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