GQ Statuss - Hit Em' Up Lyrics

I hit em up Nigga playin' with me, dear lord, I send
Em up Ain't no lackin' over here, my nigga, we
Grippin' up You ain't got my bread, my niggas will stick
You up Yeah, I hit em up

I got money on your head, nigga, that's a green light
And a couple shooters with me, they don't fist fight
We don't play fear around here, we all foul with it
I don't waste no time, nigga, I'm right now with it

GQ the dog, honey, that's word life, and I keep it 200
I ain't gotta say it twice, before this rap shit
I used to run up on niggas and stick em up
Refuse to give it up, the government'll pick you up, yeah

That Brooklyn bullshit, I'm on it And I got it for anybody who want it
Nowadays, all these niggas be tellin' So f*ck that gang shit, niggas yellin
This is BK, homicides happen daily
Where I'm from, in the New York minute, a body done

Real spit, real shit, see, I get it how I live
If you don't got my bread, nigga, something gotta give
I hit em up, nigga, payin' with me, dear lord, I send em up
Ain't no lackin' over here, my nigga, we grippin' up

You ain't got my bread, my niggas will stick you up
Yeah, I hit em up, believe that shit
Uh, I'm in a forum with a foreign chick
Countin' money, gettin' top, steamin' on a spliff

It's a rap, motherf*cker, yeah, I got a gift
Brand new extendo for the 45th, yeah
Kush mixed with a lil' Henny
Bout to go Arsenio with the semi

Broke niggas throw up, all they wanna say is Kimmy
Niggas gotta be bananas, thinkin' they gon' pill me
AP, what a timepiece
MAC-10, On Me, what a dime piece

I'm in a trap, nigga, where you find me
All my goons down to catch a high on me, yeah
No face, nigga, no case
That mean mass on when I run up in your place

That mean lay down, nigga, empty out the safe
Have my dawgs eat your food, better say your grace
I hit em up
Nigga playin' with me, dear Lord, I send em up

Ain't no lackin' over here, my nigga, we grippin' up
You ain't got my bread, my niggas will stick you up
Yeah, I hit em up, believe that shit
Believe that shit