Hit Em Lyrics

I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental

Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle

Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal

You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil

Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one

I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns

Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson

Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21

I don't really know who told

Write a diss I'm feeling bold

So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold

Say yo homies didn't fold

But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load

Way more than my Glock can hold

I told that nigga bitch please, cause if you shoot you'll miss me

I'll leave you like your swiss cheese, or redskin that's from DC

Put em on the TV; on the news, not Disney

Stick like Vick, yeah I'm moving Hella shifty

Makin niggas hit the ground; Dead, not tipsy

Leave him dead with no respect, unlike Nipsey

Leave a nigga with a limp, like Crip from 60

I'm only scared of whites, like they still might whip me

So push me, cause revenge is just like pussy

If you set a jump, that's the only way you'll whoop me

Y'all some little niggas, drop yo name you want a cookie?

Y'all some little niggas, call a piece of ass a tooshie

Five-O never caught me; When I moved- rocks

Search me for a weapon; I got 2- Glocks

RPD be scared, like I shoot-cops

Birds of a feather yet I move- flocks

I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental

Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle

Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal

You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil

Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one

I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns

Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson

Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21

Hit em wit a blick; Like Ray Lewis with the stick

BBN up on these niggas, I ain't fearing all em klikks

You some dick sucking niggas, I ain't fearing all you ticks

Intercepting all you bitches like I just got a pick 6

I don't really know who told

Write a diss I'm feeling bold

So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold

Say yo homies didn't fold

But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load

Way more than my Glock can hold

I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental

Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle

Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal

You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil

Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one

I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns

Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson

Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21