Hit Em Up - Lil Loaded

Loaded dit it again

Loaded dit it again

Loaded dit it again

Loaded dit it again, ya

Loaded dit it again

Ayy, Contraband!

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

Spin the block, let the window drop, I’m hanging out the back

Don’t give a fuck, he hanging with the opps, that fuck nigga get smacked

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 dumping back

I got AR’s knocking bricks of walls, just like in Iraq

This shit deeper than a ship, up on the net

Knock some flesh right of his neck

Choppas fuck him just like sex

And this shit deeper than a ship, up on the 'Gram

Click-clack, let that chopper blam

Instead he calling me a fam

But you be dissing on the net

I’m finna send your ass to hell

Free my Gwuala out that gym, he coming home if he got bailed

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

When y’all drugged a nigga up, ain’t nobody do no telling

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

I was fucking on a opp’s baby mama, not no more

If I bring her to the crib and she add flavour, I’ma blow

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I got the drop

Bingo get 'em popped

Allah, him and Choc

Don’t you spray

Yeah, you watch and pray

Bitch, we gotta stop

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

223's hit him in his head, but knocked him out his socks

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

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

He just 15, out here thugging bad, and he just wanna hat

Hopped out of school

Pistol in his pants

They won’t catch him lacking

Loaded snapping

Yeah, Lil Loaded rapping, they say I’m the best out

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

He was prayed up, he ain’t had no vest out

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

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)

I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up (Blam 'em)

I fill 'em up, I fill 'em up (Bitch)