Hit em up ft. 333luhkell

Huh? Yea? uh

(chorus) - Imsomarcus
I can't ride in fishbowls, 5 tint, semi tucked (no, no)
I ride round wit zot bags, 'zotic flavors, hemp truck (yea, yea, that's right)
Goin on a drill, hop out, get em, I got glizzy tucked
Im like, "wassup? wassup? wassup? wassup?"
Pop up out that cut with that mac 10 gone get you 'buss up

(bridge) - Imsomarcus
Yea! Wassup, good luck, testing us, getting 'spint
SRT, fast car, switch it out, black benz (what? what?)
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, that's all I know, uh

(verse) - Imsomarcus
Lil bro hopped the fence he tried to run but he can't get away (come here!)
I just hang all out the window, side seat, let it spray
Touchdown scoring, I'm in the backroom got lean trace
She in the backroom giving mean face
Can't watch my drugs I can't get laced
Free my twin cause he be in that case
I'm living too fast like I'm running a race (skrtttt!)
These niggas they hate, why?
I"m thinking they want my place
Niggas trippin they don't know what it take
Hard living I just wanted a break
Down bad I done found me a plate
Stressed out but I made me a way

Okay!
Hell nah ian stunting no nigga (ain' stuntin no nigga, what?)
Fuck I look like stunting a nigga (what?)
Fuck I look like running from niggas (what? what?)
I'm in the field straight bussing at niggas (pew')
I'm in the street, gunning (oh yea! yea!)
Nigga see me, what? Running
Spoke on who? Huh? I'm coming
You speak on us, we get to clapping
Pull up with them sticks, fully automatic
Ian have no bank, racks in the mattress (yea! yea!)
Young nigga had rifles and snipers I hid em up, up in the attic (let's go!)
Shit got cold, I keep me a heat cause shit get tragic
Catch me an opp, smack em, up in the casket
Go body bag they gon' put em in plastic

(chorus) - Imsomarcus
I can't ride in fishbowls, 5 tint, semi tucked (no, no way!)
I ride round wit zot bags, 'zotic flavors, hemp truck (skrttt! skrttt!)
Goin on a drill, hop out, get em, I got glizzy tucked
Glizzy snucked, nigga buck, hit em up

(verse 2) - 333luhkell
Blitz!
Hit em up, we gone hit em up
She a slut
Pull out the racks, bitch I'm goin to buck!
We don't go to kickbacks, shoot it up like the club
Bitch her neck, give her back, no she can't get no love
Gang pour up the act, got me sleep on the rug
He don't need that blick we gone take his gun
He don't need that shit we gone take his fye
Buddy you is a bitch you ain't gone slide
I don't roll no dutch, but I'm geeked with my nine
No bargain my twin, you buck you die
Posted up with lil' kell, it got strapped like a dyke
I don't love no slut, I make her cry
Cause I can't love a freak ho' , all these hoes getting fucked
I can't ride in no fishbowl, sticks in this big truck
Had to keep this shit on the low, but we been spinning shit for lunch
I can't love me a freak ho', I love it when a bitch munch

(chorus) - Imsomarcus
I can't ride in fishbowls, 5 tint, semi tucked (no, no way!)
I ride round wit zot bags, 'zotic flavors, hemp truck (skrtt! skrtt!)
Goin on a drill, hop out, get em, I got glizzy tucked
Glizzy snucked, nigga buck, hit em up