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nr3 - hit em up lyrics

[verse 1: nr boor]
yeah, uh
any n+gga disrespect the gang i bet he die
his first time on a hit he sent a n+gga to the sky
he ain’t what he told you baby, why that n+gga lie?
he be on them socials baby, he don’t come outside
i’m the type to send a hit and get a n+gga fried
we the youngins turnt up in the city thought you knew that
yeah we next to blow but i’m still askin where that crew at
lil bro trained to go, he pop out right there where ya crew at
wе don’t give a f+ck, got a chopper with a drum
if he try to run, chasе em down, hit em up
broski in the cut, if he fall, then he done
somebody pick em up, that n+gga stuck
that n+gga runtz, somebody roll em up

[verse 2: lil na]
she on my d+ck, she like “i see you boutta make it”
brodie got a l!ck, let’s check it out, somebody take us
go run through the back but brodie watch out for them neighbors
b+tch i’m rollin opps like back to back like i ain’t still on papers
new glock with a laser
i can’t wait to spray it
i just met this b+tch, she let me f+ck, i heard you paid her
b+tch i’m in the field like everyday, vegas raiders
ain’t no tellin who gon slide when it’s go time
bullets they too fast, they put you down, manny pacquiao
i heard that he told, boy he bold, he can’t come back around
yeah, can’t come back around
[verse 3: ot7 quanny]
run that check up, they like “why you go so hard”
i like cash, i like watches and the cars
i do what i want in my city, i pull strings
b+tch i’m the goat, call me lequan james
b+tches want the n+ggas with watches not the n+ggas watchin
i know “get money” n+ggas and the [?]
leave ya phone at home, cover ya face and wear a stockin
once you lose your life, you can’t get no playback
this b+tch on d+ck, she said “i like ya watch and ya lil face tats”
you tuck ya glock in by ya waist it’s by the [?], what you dumb?
if i have them k!llers slide right now you still gon have to run
i know n+ggas, they ain’t cheerleadin but they still catchin bodies
i know n+ggas sellin fentanyl with horse tranquilizer
brand new sh+t done landed, crack the case like law & order
i just took a perky, break her cookie like a fortune
mama said “make sure that glock filled up, you too important”
brand new 7.62’s with baldheads, look like dmx
i just ran through 50, let my b+tch go through the rest
his gun still on safety, ion think he passed the test
lil toby, he don’t hoop but he shoot like k. durant
and i knew that wock fugazy, sh+t ain’t have no oral stamp
my mama used to beat my ass when she heard me say “i can’t”
i turn a 1 to a 4 to a 7, like calboy
this b+tch trippin out, i ain’t got no time for her
it’s 2 glocks for sale, sh+t, we buyin both of em
oh they smoked ya homie, we finna have a toast for em
yeah, it’s that ot7 sh+t

- nr3 lyrics

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