Hit Em Up

What?

Loaded did it again

Loaded did it again

Loaded did it again

Loaded did it again, ya

Loaded did it again

Aye, Contraband!

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

Spin the block, let the window drop, I'm hangin' out the back

Don't give a fuck, he hangin' with the opps, that fuck **** get smacked (Lil' bitch)

His bitch want fuck, I don't give a fuck, just tell me where he at

He in the cut, tryna spin on us, but, bitch, I'm dumpin' back

I got AR's, knockin' bricks off walls, just like in Iraq (Lil' what?)

This shit deeper than they see up on the net

Knock some flesh right off his neck

Choppa fuck him just like sex (Damn)

And this shit deeper than they see up on the 'Gram

Click-clack, let that choppa blam

Steady callin' me yo' fam

But you be dissin' on the net

I'm finna send your ass to hell

Free my Gwuala out that jam, he comin' home if he got bailed

How you quick to let it blow but get hit up and then you tell?

When y'all draked a **** up, ain't nobody do no tellin'

We just pulled up with them sticks and turnt that shit to Armageddon (Rah)

I was fuckin' on a opp babymomma, not no mo'

If I bring her to the crib and she act flaky, bitch I'ma blow

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I got the drop

We gon' get him popped

I line him and chop

Don't just spray

Yeah, you watch and prey

Bitch, we gotta stop

Hop out the whip, oh, he tryna run, we just gotta walk

.223 hit him in his head, but knocked him out his socks

That AR jam, bro picked up my slackin', 'til I could shake back

Ain't got no aim, but always down to drill, shout-out to Lil' Pat

He just fifteen, out here thuggin' bad, and he just wanna hat

Hop outta school

Pistol in his pants

They won't catch him lackin'

Loaded snappin'

Yeah, Lil Loaded rappin', they say I'm the best out (What?)

Hit him in his arm, chest, leg and he ain't check out

He was preyed up (What?)

He ain't had no vest out

Put a bag on his head, I had to show him what that check 'bout

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)

I hit him up, I hit him up (Blam)

I fill him up, I fill him up (Bitch)