HIT ME lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
AV with that drip, ho
(Hit me)

[Chorus: Yumi]
Hit me, little pus*y
And you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not f*ck with us, I'm fiending for some blood

[Verse 1: Yumi]
And I'm over this
Running from coppas, choppas with .40 clips
I'm supposed to dip
Choppin' it up with mobsters and poker chips
Roll the dice but just know sacrifice and that I'm imposed to flip
Openly, I'll be honorary, the honored by obelisk (Hit me)
All the homies making bread, you really wanna toast to this?
Life been blurred since 2020, am I really focusing?
I've been up, like, super early, lockеd off doors keep opening
All for me I feel like I'm chosеn, is anyone even close to this?
[Verse 2: ssjishmael]
Pop, lock it, drop it, b*tch
Empty out your bank
I just hit a f*cking lick
And I'm sippin' on that drank
I might drown you in the ocean, n*gga
I'm just being frank
And I'm smoking propane, I just got it from Hank
Whatchu' mean? She gon' f*ck with me
That b*tch for the team
Sippin' lean
That b*tch say I'm mean, I'm like, "Whatchu' mean?"
You a fiend
Always make a scene, can't never come clean
I'm a king
b*tch, it's team four, we coming for the ring (Let's go)

[Chorus: Yumi]
Hit-hit—
Hit me little pus*y
And you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that .44 poppin' guts
Leave yo' lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop 'em
Leave ya body in the trunk
Do not f*ck with us, I'm fiending for some blood
[Part II]

[Verse 1: $atori Zoom]
Got a b*tch in the back that I'm packin'
I'm back in the pack and they callin' me captain
I'm stackin' 'em racks and I'm crackin' her back in
I'm rappin', you lackin', I'm smoking on cat p*ss
I just be f*ckin' the track, hey
I don't be f*ckin' with scat-play
You gotta talk with your mans, ayy
That some sh*t he understands, ayy
Best of every era
Never underestimate, I'm better
Wait, I'm with the chrome Beretta
Told that boy, "It's like whatever"
Pugh
P-p-p-p-pus*y
Can't a muthaf*cka tell me what the f*ck is cookin'? Uh huh
I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie, uh huh
You pus*y, you muthaf*ckin' rookie (Puh-lah)
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Got the choppas on the block, up on the streets, woof
Who gon' stop us? We get commas every week, woof

[Verse 2: Yumi]
We stomp 'em off, big steppers, Pradas on my feet, roof
My whole team dogs and we just broke off of the leash
Ah, top don, upper echelon
Do not get involved
Calm down, FN on my arm
Do not run it off
Stand down
Who gon' set me off? b*tch, can't turn me off
Man down
Decompose to rot, bodies cross 'em off
Step in, reppin', lethal weapon
Call a reverend easily
Check in with the Smith & Wesson knock off heads so breezily
Settin' up the keys for me, I bet on the secrecy
Never know who's creepin' and that's why I keep the heat on me (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Yumi & $atori Zoom]
Young killa', do it for the skrilla (Gang, gang)
Big spenda', posted in a villa (Yeah, yeah)
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep, woof
Gang deep, gang deep, gang deep