Hit Em Up - Pira

Tank on empty, fill it up

I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us

I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough

I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us

Been with my riders, they sick of us

They want to line us, they ain’t big enough

You want to find him?

Go dig him up

Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)

Hold up

I know they pree when we roll up

They in our way, run them over

And we got range from the Rover

Took a trip to the trap, came back with some cash

End of the day, got me gripping on a bag

Kick the front door and they dipping out the back

I do me, I ain’t trippin on mans

Can’t play with the kid, I been with the rugrats

Left wrist then right wrist, go flood that

Come around here where the thugs at

Show love and my city show love back

Trying to say that I’m a nuisance

Give me the beat and imma go stupid

You don’t want smoke with dawg ‘cause he ruthless

He take your top off like you in the coupe and yeah

Only fear two things with four letters dawg, that’s L-O-R-D and P-I-R-A

Hating, they watching, they preeing, I know that these haters, they trying to

throw dirt on my name

When I start flowing, everybody know it, that I ain’t gon' stop ‘til this shit

go insane

Shit go insane, put some respect on my name

Uh, tank on empty, fill it up

I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us

I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough

I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us

Been with my riders, they sick of us

They want to line us, they ain’t big enough

You want to find him?

Go dig him up

Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)

Yeah

Tank on empty fill it up, got one for the drillaz

We go on mission for skrillaz

Man like me got chune for the dawgs and the villains, the shordies and killers

Circling dates on the calendar

My brothers move on a whole different caliber, trying to just re-up on capital

A baddie like Wolfie Cindy on the passenger

I just pulled up like I’m Carti, my life is one for the taking

They can’t afford to see us at the parties, they gotta stay home on certain

occasion

They know it’s nothing to play with

Never been one to compete with myself, I’m taking off on the races, yuh

Hit em up like I’m Makaveli

Still on, nothing y’all could tell me

Could never be close, ‘cause the flows that I chose too cold to be stolen

already

And even with a little bit of boldness to scold what I wrote, man it’s all

upsetting

I guess it’s really all depending, on the skills that you own, but it’s gone to

the point where I’m already gone already

Need more than just shrimp and ramens

On the scheme for some deeper pockets

And I got range like the Houston Rockets

But still got straps that could read your offense

Trying to get a piece of mine, my peace of mind is lost in these recent times

That’s why I got to unleash the grind, the beast inside, and feast to the beat

with this heat ‘til it wreaks and the peace declines

That’s why I’m on the verse when I black out, all maxed out like I’m Jordan and

Jackson

This more than just lyrics for caption

Rapping for passion, imma get my brothers in on the action

Imma need one hundred million in cash and I don’t want no more debating or

asking

Imma just take what I’m owed

Tell them I came for a seat on my throne

Yovarda