Hit UP Songtext
von CJ

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I get you hit up, no ′Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot
I get you hit up, no 'Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot

Can′t fuck with no hoe that's basic, uh
I used to run up checks and really break it
I told that bitch just taste it, uh
Look at my face and tell me it's amazing
Hate when my time get wasted, uh
Off-White belt, Off-White laces
And I know these niggas hate me, uh
Ask your bitch, she say I′m her favorite, eh


Pass me the sitchy
You know this shit can get tricky, look
I catch a blicky, yeah
Man down in my city, uh
If you talkin′ hot, thirty rounds in this Glock, uh
Straight to hit top, yeah, make a nigga diddy bop

I get you hit up, no 'Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot
I get you hit up, no ′Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot

Can't fuck with no hoe that′s basic, uh
I used to run up checks and really break it
I told that bitch just taste it, uh
Look at my face and tell me it's amazing
Hate when my time get wasted, uh
Off-White belt, Off-White laces
And I know these niggas hate me, uh
Ask your bitch, she say I′m her favorite


I do a hit in a Tesla
Nigga, I'm the king of this shit, no pressure
She like, "Why you so extra?"
Shut up, bitch, before you get fessed up
You can't finesse a finesser, yeah
Now I′m back on my bully
I do a drill in a hoodie, yeah
And the clip loaded fully
Aim for his māthā, then he dancin′ bachata
Yeah, I said it again
Fuck that shit, we ain't makin′ no friends
Slide on his block, then we hit up his Benz

I get you hit up, no 'Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot
I get you hit up, no ′Pac
Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot

Can't fuck with no hoe that′s basic, uh
I used to run up checks and really break it
I told that bitch just taste it, uh
Look at my face and tell me it's amazing
Hate when my time get wasted, uh
Off-White belt, Off-White laces
And I know these niggas hate me, uh
Ask your bitch, she say I'm her favorite

Come to your block and set up shop
I got the streets on lock, uh
I cannot love no thot
Off-White belt, Off-White laces
And I know these niggas hate me, uh
Ask your bitch, she say I′m her favorite