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yungliv - hit bout it lyrics

[intro]
ayy
we pull up and we send hot sh+t yea
yeah send hot sh+t
who the h+ll is+
ayy

[verse 1: yungliv]
he died for dissin’ on my block, but why he do it then
we don’t play with glocks, this is a switch to make a [?] spin
we don’t try and argue while they beefin’, we jus’ gon’ handle it
he almost lost his life inside these streets, must not be ready then
my og got them poles, he said lets go, he tryna hood hunt
i get inside my ec off this x, go drill some
highspeed to get from cops we in and out like we ain’t did nun’
i really be with k!llers, that’s gon’ up it, shoot to k!ll sum’
[verse 2: trench baby]
since my whole fam gone, feel like rolo in this b+tch
i make the drac’ [?], like marvin g+ye up in this b+tch
told him park the car because b+tch i’m bouncin’ out
don’t give no f+ck he over there we gon’ k!ll him and have the ladies bounce uh
hit up livvy when i’m in the town, like where the fn’s and the drac’s
broski i need a 100 rounds (grrrah)
oh he think he tough, this .40 caliber gon’ cool him down
these hoes i used to ghost, now they lining up and now i’m choosing now

[verse: 3 yungliv]
been in there, hop out get busy wit’ this .50 bussin’ off the [?]
what’s his name got shot inside his face, who the h+ll is+, for throwing up them pistols
switch up at the glizzy because last time i felt like i missed ’em
we ridin’ off, i seen the body twistin’, better make sure i get him (skrt)
hit up a few blocks like don’t send shots until i seen you [?]
baby let me drive, johnny go ahead, foenem blow them pistols
hit him in his head, now he dead, he ain’t gettin’ up
fill him up wit’ lead, i heard he said sum’ ’bout k!llin’ us (i heard he said sum’)

[verse 4: trench baby]
’cause all i know is b+tch i’m dying for one of mine
and i was posted on that 40, like n+gga pull up and show that you ride
i don’t cap, that’s my brudda, yea that n+gga one of mine
so if he point in yo’ direction, 1300, bullets flyin’
oh lil b+tch, i got the juice like i’m bishop
so one of my lil homies shoot left handed, we call him derek fisher
[verse 5: yungliv]
inside this wood thought he was strapped ain’t happy wit’ him, kobe bryant
before two, 47 plus one shot to his temple

[outro: yungliv & trench baby]
yeah man gang in this b+tch man y’all know how the f+ck we comin’ man
who the h+ll is+
lay down or get laid down b+tch
if you wanna hit bout it, we can hit ‘bout it
we hit bout it, yea we can hit bout it
b+tch
ayy ay ay we can hit bout it, n+gga, we can hit bout it

- yungliv lyrics

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