rizzoo rizzoo & ugly god - hit me up lyrics
[intro: ugly god]
gang
ayy, that handshake smoother than a ho
ayy, ayy, yeah (grams)
you dig? ayy (b-tch), gram
stupid b-tch, what’s up, gram?
gang, ayy, ayy (b-tch)
[chorus: ugly god & rizzoo rizzo]
shoot from out the truck (truck), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (b-tch)
shoot from out the truck (brrt), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (nah)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (it’s hot)
[verse 1: rizzoo rizzoo]
lil’ b-tch, stop blowing my phone up
tryna run the money up, got no time to f-ck
i’m in a different state every day, no time to cuff
three b-tches with me like the powerpuff
you not built like me, you just acting tough
pull a mac out, then they start backing up
i stayed in my lane, now it’s adding up
finna cop the new whip, have ’em mad as f-ck (it’s hot)
i’m a hot boy like lil wayne (wayne)
kickin’ -ss just like liu kang
tell twin let me drive the mulsanne (skrrt)
two chains, but i’m not 2 chainz (no)
these n-ggas goin’ broke, no, we not the same
off-white on my body, i drip like it’s rain
when you get a lil’ fame, they throw dirt on your name
they might ride with that pistol, try knock out his pistol
[chorus: ugly god]
shoot from out the truck (truck), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (b-tch)
shoot from out the truck (brrt), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (nah)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (b-tch)
[verse 2: ugly god]
when i’m f-ckin’ that ho, bust a nut on her lip
never needed no chauffeur, i drive my own whip
soon as i get a bag, i’ma go make it flip
got my b-tch on my side and that glock on my hip
when she come to my house, she gon’ know when to dip
double dutch when i jump into your b-tch
got the double cup when i pour up and i sip
i’ma run it up, get a big bag, and then dip
shut the f-ck up when you hear that i’m talking
i got me two mexican b-tches from austin
they run up the tab, n-gga, f-ck what the cost is
if he throwing shade, i’ma go randy moss
my b-tch bad as f-ck and her p-ssy is awesome
i’m a south n-gga, you know how i’m rockin’ (south)
i got the drip that these n-ggas be jockin’ (drip)
get to the money, ain’t no other option (b-tch)
[chorus: ugly god]
shoot from out the truck (truck), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (b-tch)
shoot from out the truck (brrt), n-gga, we don’t give no f-ck (nah)
pull up with some sh-t that make a n-gga get the f-ck (b-tch)
and b-tch, don’t call my phone ‘less you talkin’ ’bout a buck (brrt)
unless you tryna f-ck (f-ck), b-tch, don’t hit me up (b-tch)
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