hit em up

yah yah yah big prr big prr we gon hit em up hit em wit uh truck that truck might bring u luck u gon need da luck like wtf sh hit em wit dis truck im alr ima fuckin guy i dont mess around ill b alr like my boy A right yah he my dog my dog till the end yah we drill to fuckin kill. kill n pop pills we make a couple bills its real thrill u betta stay still before i make u my whore u so small small like dat niggs bob thats real odd u look like da nigga bob yah he my biggest opp ima have to split u in half take a photograph send it to my behalf ima stand tall like a fuckin giraffe u can ask for my autograph but it gotta be fast ima make u my last last like a fuckin bike nigga go on a hike with ur nigga mike cus u so small u look like u gon cause a deal nigga ill make u my meal nigga im outside ova here (Verse 1) Yah yah yah, big prr, we slide through the night, Got the city on my back, and my crew ready to fight, Counting up the digits, yeah, we stacking it right, In the shadows, moving stealth, keep the vision in sight. Cold heart, ice veins, never show no fear, Enemies lurking close, but they ain't getting near, Pull up with the gang, we ain't sipping on beer, Got the weight on my shoulders, but I’m shifting the gear. (Verse 2) Late night, city lights, we gon’ hit 'em up quick, Got the drop on the ops, yeah, we making it stick, No bluff, no cap, just the real in the mix, When we pull up to the spot, you can feel the eclipse. Big prr, big moves, and we never look back, In the field, making plays, like a quarterback, Life’s a gamble, every roll, gotta stack, 21 ways to win, and that's straight facts.