Hit ’Em Up YFN Lucci

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[Intro]
Think it's a game?
Yeah, ayy, uh
Huh-uh, look

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah
Don't make me broad day 'em, yeah, hey, uh
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah, ayy, they gon' make me broad day 'em, yeah
Ayy, don't make me broad day 'em, hey-ayy, uh

[Verse 1]
See uh, I been playin' keepers, yeah
Feed 'em to my man, I hope my man eat 'em, huh, yeah
Come holler at your mans, I got them things cheaper, huh
Ayy, we got off-white tan molly, for the geekers
Ayy, Rollie on me, freezer
Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter
Two sticks and one Desert Eagle
Can't find you, we get your people
This one for my dead people (Huh-huh)
I see dead people (Hey-Hey)
I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people, yeah
I got some problems, I take my problems out on other people, yeah
I got no problem with shootin' it out, don't give no damn, nigga, hey
I got no problem with shootin' it out, don't give no damn, yeah
I got a whole hundred rounds and I pray it don't jam, yeah