🎵 Hit UP // by CJ

8 ContributorsHit UP Lyrics “Hit UP” is the third track to CJ’s deluxe version of Loyalty Over Royalty.… Read More  [Intro] K LO K Look [Chorus] I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot [Post-Chorus] Can't fuck with no ho that's basic, uh I used to run up checks and really break it I told that bitch just taste it, uh Look at my face and tell me it's amazing Hate when my time get wasted, uh Off-White belt, Off-White laces And I know these niggas hate me, uh Ask your bitch, she say I'm her favorite [Verse 1] Pass me the sitchy You know this shit can get tricky, look I catch a Blixky, yeah Man down in my city, uh If you talkin' hot, thirty rounds in this Glock, uh Straight to his top, yeah, make a nigga diddy bop [Chorus] I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot [Post-Chorus] Can't fuck with no ho that's basic, uh I used to run up checks and really break it I told that bitch just taste it, uh Look at my face and tell me it's amazing Hate when my time get wasted, uh Off-White belt, Off-White laces And I know these niggas hate me, uh Ask your bitch, she say I'm her favorite [Verse 2] I do a hit in a Tesla Nigga, I'm the king of this shit, no pressure She like, "Why you so extra?" Shut up, bitch, before you get fessed up You can't finesse a finesser, yeah Now I'm back on my bully I do a drill in a hoodie, yeah And the clip loaded fully Aim for his māthā, then he dancin' bachata Yeah, I said it again Fuck that shit, we ain't makin' no friends Slide on his block then we hit up his Benz [Chorus] I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot I get you hit up, no Pac Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot [Post-Chorus] Can't fuck with no ho that's basic, uh I used to run up checks and really break it I told that bitch just taste it, uh Look at my face and tell me it's amazing Hate when my time get wasted, uh Off-White belt, Off-White laces And I know these niggas hate me, uh Ask your bitch, she say I'm her favorite [Outro] Come to your block and set up shop I got the streets on lock, uh I cannot love no thot Off-White belt, Off-White laces And I know these niggas hate me, uh Ask your bitch, she say I'm her favorite