Yungan Urban - HIT HIT lyrics

[Intro: Yungan Urban] Ayy Bah, bah-bah It's Urban Hah, ayy [Pre-Chorus: Yungan Urban] He got me fu*ked up if he think that I'm scared of some beef (For real) All these guys in this truck, nah, he scared of me (Grrah) My dawgs be feinding for blood, we came from the mud, now we eatin' pedigree I'm a young ass thug with no Jeffree (For real) Step into any ni**a that's addressing me (For real) All that sh*t that you talk it be cap And I don't give a fu*k 'bout this rap [Chorus: Yungan Urban] But I'ma blow at your ass (Bah, bah, bah) Better believe you ain't gon' hit sh*t (Boom) And I swear to god, ni**a gotta keep me a blick I swear this b*tch gon' hit-hit (Bllllrah) [Verse 1: Yungan Urban & Lil Loaded] Broke ni**a need to go get your weight up (Hah) Broke ni**a can't even buy makeup (b*tch) She comin' to me when y'all break up Now she chillin' with me with my hand on her head, gettin' su*ked (Stupid ass ni**a) Ayo, ayy, fu*k what you mean (fu*k it), fu*k what you talkin' 'bout? (Hah) You come in between me and my team (b*tch), I'ma shoot at your mom house (Hah) I'ma heat it up like the summer (For real) fu*k it, I'ma let it burn just like Usher (For real) I got more buzz than the buzzer I got more buns in the oven (Loaded) Step on a ni**a like a motherfu*kin' Gusher (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Lil Loaded] Thank god I'm shootin' for the logo, b*tch (Logo) AR the size of a pogo stick (Llrrrah) Double D titties in the four-door whip (Lil-lil b*tch) Blueface money, I'm a real deal Crip (Oh yeah) I'ma pop out with somethin' like "Crank That" (What?) When I hit that lil' b*tch I'ma spank that (Yeah) I'ma hop out the cut like, "What?" (What?) When you see me lil' ni**a don't run (Don't run) Three ni**as is nothin' to drum (Grrah) Tryna get a ni**a gone, sh*t a mob (Yo Switch) Where he at? (Where?) In the sky (What?) ni**a pussy (Huh), gotta die (Go) ni**a tellin' (What?), he fried (Gang) ni**a knock off his head (Loaded), he ain't usin' his mind [Pre-Chorus: Yungan Urban] He got me fu*ked up if he think that I'm scared of some beef (For real) All these guys in this truck, nah, he scared of me (Grrah) My dawgs be feinding for blood, we came from the mud, now we eatin' pedigree I'm a young ass thug with no Jeffree (For real) Step into any ni**a that's addressing me (For real) All that sh*t that you talk it be cap And I don't give a fu*k 'bout this rap [Chorus: Yungan Urban] But I'ma blow at your ass (Bah, bah, bah) Better believe you ain't gon' hit sh*t (Boom) And I swear to god, ni**a gotta keep me a blick I swear this b*tch gon' hit-hit (Bllllrah)