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Hit Up adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Whole Lotta Racks Ent. / 808 Mafia West tarafından 4 Eylül 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıFish Are Friends
4 Eylül 2026
FirmaWhole Lotta Racks Ent. / 808 Mafia West
DilEnglish
BPM62
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Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji

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Scratchin' the paint on the Lamb', I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
Somewhere thumbin' through bands, I'm spendin' (I'm spendin')
Twelve-fifty on these pants, it's a denim (Ayy, yeah)
All night, sippin' on drank, I got hiccups (Ayy, yeah, what?)
**** talk down on the gang, he got hit up (And he got hit up, ayy)
Ayy, yeah
I'm in the middle of the bank doin' sit ups (Ayy)
The 'Tayga Bentley look like a tank, it's the big one (Big one)
I'm gon' be at the trap 'til this shit done (Ayy, yeah)
'Bow on my block, is you buyin' or sellin'? (Buyin' or sellin')
You fuck with the Woes, is you slidin' or tellin'? (Is you slidin' or tellin'?)
Get rid of the 'bows, we might have to mail 'em (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Ain't Chanel, I'm dope, fresh off the scale (I'm fresh off the scale)
I'm grindin', I'm off of the rail
Whole lotta of everything, ****, I'm havin' a sale (I'm havin a sale)
Factory diamonds, these dumb-ass **** can't tell (Ayy)
I'm Mr. Woes, you look like you 'bout to fail, ayy (Dumb-ass ****, lil'-ass ****)
Scratchin' the paint on the Lamb', I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
Somewhere thumbin' through bands, I'm spendin' (I'm spendin')
Twelve-fifty on these pants, it's a denim (Ayy, yeah)
All night, sippin' on drank, I got hiccups (Ayy, yeah, what?)
**** talk down on the gang, he got hit up (Ayy, ayy, Bizzle, Bizzle)
Ayy, Hendrix, I fuck with these beats (Fuck with these beats)
Rose-gold Patek with a gold AP (AP)
Fresh out the feds, now I'm back in these streets (I'm back)
These lil' **** ain't fuckin' with me (Ain't fuckin' with me)
Big shit popper, hundred bands on the teeth
Kick the bitch out 'cause she skeeted on my sheets
Christian Baccarat got me smellin' so sweet (So sweet)
You thinkin' shit sweet, go box on a glee (Brrah)
I'm back in the trap and I'm pushin' these 'bows ('Bows)
Pass me the rock, I bet I'ma score (Bet I'ma scope)
If I say slatt, they gon' wipe a **** nose (Pop it)
Call my migo, tell him, "Bring another low" ('Nother low)
Got a big bankroll and this bitch don't fold (Don't fold)
We kickin' in doors and uppin' the score (Uppin')
Jack of all trades, might pimp on a ho
Did my time, Nuke Bizzle won't fold (Bizzle)
Scratchin' the paint on the Lamb', I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
Somewhere thumbin' through bands, I'm spendin' (I'm spendin')
Twelve-fifty on these pants, it's a denim (Ayy, yeah)
All night, sippin' on drank, I got hiccups (Ayy, yeah, what?)
**** talk down on the gang, he got hit up (And he got hit up, ayy)
Give the valet the keys of the 'Rari
I'm the one bring the designer drugs all in the party (Always)
If these hoes on here askin' for molly, they tryna get naughty, let's frenzy the lobby (Facts)
Snuck in the FN, I'm tired of sinnin', pray I don't hurt nobody (Uh-uh)
Jumpin' in whips and spinnin' 'til we go catch a body (Spin, spin)
Uh, mad that I'm fuckin' her friend, she swear she don't care about me
I get 'em gone when they land as long as they come with profit (Huh, always)
Trappin' due, got 'em watchin' my move (What else?)
Pay attention, don't step on my shoes (Talk to 'em)
Spend that shit, Goyard filled up with blues
I sent the blitz, now that boy on the news (North)
Scratchin' the paint on the Lamb', I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
Somewhere thumbin' through bands, I'm spendin' (I'm spendin')
Twelve-fifty on these pants, it's a denim (Ayy, yeah)
All night, sippin' on drank, I got hiccups (Ayy, yeah, what?)
**** talk down on the gang, he got hit up (And he got hit up, ayy)
Ayy, yeah
Written by: Isaiah Woodard
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