Hit Her Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Khia, this b*tch tried to diss you
Is you serious?
Hell yeah, I'm serious
Talking about she the baddest b*tch
That b*tch [?] bad
[?] serious
I am serious, yo

[Hook]
(Hit her up)
b*tch! Grab yo man when you see Khia
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia
b*tch tried to diss but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
b*tches I hit 'em up!

[Verse 1]
First of all
How you gon' rap with di*k sperm all out ya mouth?
But I'm 'bout to make ya bow down to the queen of the south
Fake b*tch if you was real
You woulda said my name
But b*tch I'm callin' you a hoe
And I'm sayin' it to yo face
Keep it real punk hoe the hood already know
That's why they f*ck ya in ya ass
Let a hoe be a hoe
Trick and Ted shoulda warned you not to open yo mouth
But Slip & Slide been beggin' me to fill up ya spot
Your album sucks more, whore
Than ya suck on the di*k
Trickin' all round town
Tryna hate on a b*tch
Now hoe what ya gon' name ya baby? Baby?
Man I love ya, Lil Weezy but that ain't ya baby
Rotten body corroded b*tch can't even have no baby
Lil Weezy tighten up boy, I'll have your baby
I got the pus*y dizzy b*tch
But I ride my own di*k
Independent, f*ck a major
And I'm still rich b*tch
I moved to Georgia 'cause I could afford to
But Florida's my home
And all my thugs and thug misses
Know I'm reppin' 'em strong
b*tch I rep for the hood
Hoe, I come from the streets
And that's what happens to a b*tch
That try to f*ck with a queen
The hood was wonderin' what happened to the second verse
Well, I was savin' it for that b*tch Wacky-O
Ahhwwwah
Wanna hear it here it go

[Hook]:
b*tch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
b*tch tried to diss but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (b*tch look like a man, [?], she don't even deserve a diss)
b*tches I hit 'em up!

[Verse 2]
All this talk 'bout Wacky-O
Bein' the queen of the South
Yeah you a queen, a drag queen
You ugly b*tch you ain't 'bout it
b*tch learn my name it's Motor Mouth
Thug Misses, gangstress ya heard?
Ain't nothin' fake about me either
You b*tches already know
I got all you b*tches hatin'
'Cause y'all can't handle the truth
But tellin' you b*tches about yo ass
Is something I love to do
You want a problem, hoe you got one
And you don't want it with me
You fought Fox 'cause she's a diva
But I'm a thug n*gga's dream
And we can take it to the streets
Fight with the fists of the heat
Betta check my background again
Hoe, you don't want it with me
And I gives a damn 'bout them lames
That you roll with either
Guard jack like some pussies
'Cause they some punk pus*y eaters
Fags lookin' like some lames
With them "f*ck Khia" shirts
But when I stepped in the buildin' hoe
Yo feelins was hurt
Screamin' f*ck dem other hoes
Stop it, get mo' b*tch
Wit'cho non-rappin' ass
Ain't you bankrupt b*tch?
Stealin' gowns outta stores
Like a illy-formed whore
Deformed b*tch, tighten up
How many records ya sold?
Is you a man or a woman?
How many n*ggas ya fooled?
Transvestite lookin' b*tch
Gets no respect in the hood, b*tch
[Hook]:
b*tch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O)
b*tch tried to diss but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (b*tch look like a man, [?], she don't even deserve a diss)
b*tches I hit 'em up!

b*tch, I'm over hereeee
What the f*ck was you rappin' about?
What took you so long?
b*tch the ozone wars was 3 months ago
You just comin' up with a diss?
What the f*ck was you talkin' about?
You -- too many personalities on one page
b*tch, you supposed to be dissin' me
What the f*ck was you --?
b*tch first you sound like Rick Ross
Then you went to sounding
Like Shawn and Ludacris
Who-who wrote that sh*t?
Y'all hoes, I'm just too real for ya hoes
We-we-we laughin' at you b*tches
And y'all n*ggas with them "f*ck Khia" T-shirts on
Thank youuuu
Promotion, I love it
Khia in the front and Wacky-O in the back
Where she belong, behind me
The-the-the man b*tch
b*tch, tuck yo di*k
What the f*ck is you?
Girl, you ain't even deserve no diss
Jack-o-lantern
It's halloweeeeeen
Darkness, darkness [?]
You ugly bat
They should've never gave you b*tches money