HIT ME (feat. $atori Zoom)

Lyrics: Yumi Yum/$atori Zoom/ssj ishmael Music: Yumi Yum/$atori Zoom/ssj ishmael [Intro] AV with that drip, ho (Hit me) [Chorus: Yumi] Hit me, little p***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 **** 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***h Empty out your bank I just hit a ****ing lick And I'm sippin' on that drank I might drown you in the ocean, nigga I'm just being frank And I'm smoking propane, I just got it from Hank Whatchu' mean? She gon' **** with me That b***h for the team Sippin' lean That b***h 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***h, it's team four, we coming for the ring (Let's go) [Chorus: Yumi] Hit-hit— Hit me little p***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 **** with us, I'm fiending for some blood [Part II] [Verse 1: $atori Zoom] Got a b***h 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 piss I just be ****in' the track, hey I don't be ****in' with scat-play You gotta talk with your mans, ayy That some shit he understands, ayy Best of every era N***r underestimate, I'm better Wait, I'm with the chrome Beretta Told that boy, "It's like whatever" Pugh P-p-p-p-p***y Can't a mutha****a tell me what the **** is cookin'? Uh huh I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie, uh huh You p***y, you mutha****in' 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***h, 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 N***r 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