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HIT ME UP Video (MV)




Performed By: Tball
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Thomas Overend




Tball - HIT ME UP Lyrics
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Mhm
Baby hit me up
Mmm baby hit me up
What what
What what
Yea
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet (put em what)
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Yea I'm tryna take it slow but f*ck I'm heatin up keep the brand tight wit these double L's Im throwin up
Throw up half a million stay back late and help her sweep it up
Got me sayin go best friend f*ck it up
Can't be in ya feels in this industry it's cut throat
History supreme 4 bill I wonder how it float
Talkin bout ya music that's the shit that they just
Can't promote
Busy doin spins hit ya phone like you don't want the smoke
Go and hit the block baby im the one they talkin bout the
Lookin at ya life and I'm the one thing you can't live without
Baggy jeans chrome hearts strapped up when I'm steppin out
Sittin on some bullets f*ck it's time I go and air em out
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Aye, what
Tryna eat me up
I just got my numbers back and f*ck I gotta keep it up
Cocaine bricks on my feet I just can't crease em up
Tucked away it's quiet yea my dogs are just like family
Busy placing bets on all the labels that could land me
Keep tha sticky at the crib in case it come handy
Women in my life that told me clearly they can't stand
But they just get it twisted cause they tweakin off a plan b
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Aye
Tryna eat me up
If you got a problem wit me baby hit me up
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Mhm
Baby hit me up
Mmm baby hit me up
What what
What what
Yea
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet (put em what)
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Yea I'm tryna take it slow but f*ck I'm heatin up keep the brand tight wit these double L's Im throwin up
Throw up half a million stay back late and help her sweep it up
Got me sayin go best friend f*ck it up
Can't be in ya feels in this industry it's cut throat
History supreme 4 bill I wonder how it float
Talkin bout ya music that's the shit that they just
Can't promote
Busy doin spins hit ya phone like you don't want the smoke
Go and hit the block baby im the one they talkin bout the
Lookin at ya life and I'm the one thing you can't live without
Baggy jeans chrome hearts strapped up when I'm steppin out
Sittin on some bullets f*ck it's time I go and air em out
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Aye, what
Tryna eat me up
I just got my numbers back and f*ck I gotta keep it up
Cocaine bricks on my feet I just can't crease em up
Tucked away it's quiet yea my dogs are just like family
Busy placing bets on all the labels that could land me
Keep tha sticky at the crib in case it come handy
Women in my life that told me clearly they can't stand
But they just get it twisted cause they tweakin off a plan b
If you need me just look up I'm in the box seats
Switching sides yearly takin notice yea I keep receipts
Talkin bout the ops they sleepin tight we put em 6 feet
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Hit the club late wit a shorty go and Tee me up
If you got a problem wit me hoe just hit me up
Baddies in my phone talkin crazy tryna eat me up
Aye
Tryna eat me up
If you got a problem wit me baby hit me up
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Writer: Thomas Overend
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