Hit Em Up by Ayce Yovarda Lyrics
[Chorus: Pira]
Uh
Tank on empty, fill it up
I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us
I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough
I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us
Been with my riders, they sick of us
They want to line us, they ain’t big enough
You want to find him? Go dig him up
Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)
[Verse 1: Pira]
Hold up
I know they pree when we roll up
They in our way, run them over
And we got range from the Rover
Took a trip to the trap, came back with some cash
End of the day, got me gripping on a bag
Kick the front door and they dipping out the back
I do me, I ain’t trippin on mans
Can’t play with the kid, I been with the rugrats
Left wrist then right wrist, go flood that
Come around here where the thugs at
Show love and my city show love back
Trying to say that I’m a nuisance
Give me the beat and imma go stupid
You don’t want smoke with dawg ‘cause he ruthless
He take your top off like you in the coupe and yeah
Only fear two things with four letters dawg, that’s L-O-R-D and P-I-R-A
Hating, they watching, they preeing, I know that these haters, they trying to throw dirt on my name
When I start flowing, everybody know it, that I ain’t gon’ stop ‘til this shit go insane
Shit go insane, put some respect on my name
[Chorus: Pira]
Uh, tank on empty, fill it up
I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us
I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough
I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us
Been with my riders, they sick of us
They want to line us, they ain’t big enough
You want to find him? Go dig him up
Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)
[Verse 2: Ayce Yovarda]
Yeah
Tank on empty fill it up, got one for the drillaz
We go on mission for skrillaz
Man like me got chune for the dawgs and the villains, the shordies and killers
Circling dates on the calendar
My brothers move on a whole different caliber, trying to just re-up on capital
A baddie like Wolfie Cindy on the passenger
I just pulled up like I’m Carti, my life is one for the taking
They can’t afford to see us at the parties, they gotta stay home on certain occasion
They know it’s nothing to play with
Never been one to compete with myself, I’m taking off on the races, yuh
Hit em up like I’m Makaveli
Still on, nothing y’all could tell me
Could never be close, ‘cause the flows that I chose too cold to be stolen already
And even with a little bit of boldness to scold what I wrote, man it’s all upsetting
I guess it’s really all depending, on the skills that you own, but it’s gone to the point where I’m already gone already
Need more than just shrimp and ramens
On the scheme for some deeper pockets
And I got range like the Houston Rockets
But still got straps that could read your offense
Trying to get a piece of mine, my peace of mind is lost in these recent times
That’s why I got to unleash the grind, the beast inside, and feast to the beat with this heat ‘til it wreaks and the peace declines
That’s why I’m on the verse when I black out, all maxed out like I’m Jordan and Jackson
This more than just lyrics for caption
Rapping for passion, imma get my brothers in on the action
Imma need one hundred million in cash and I don’t want no more debating or asking
Imma just take what I’m owed
Tell them I came for a seat on my throne
Yovarda
Uh
Tank on empty, fill it up
I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us
I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough
I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us
Been with my riders, they sick of us
They want to line us, they ain’t big enough
You want to find him? Go dig him up
Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)
[Verse 1: Pira]
Hold up
I know they pree when we roll up
They in our way, run them over
And we got range from the Rover
Took a trip to the trap, came back with some cash
End of the day, got me gripping on a bag
Kick the front door and they dipping out the back
I do me, I ain’t trippin on mans
Can’t play with the kid, I been with the rugrats
Left wrist then right wrist, go flood that
Come around here where the thugs at
Show love and my city show love back
Trying to say that I’m a nuisance
Give me the beat and imma go stupid
You don’t want smoke with dawg ‘cause he ruthless
He take your top off like you in the coupe and yeah
Only fear two things with four letters dawg, that’s L-O-R-D and P-I-R-A
Hating, they watching, they preeing, I know that these haters, they trying to throw dirt on my name
When I start flowing, everybody know it, that I ain’t gon’ stop ‘til this shit go insane
Shit go insane, put some respect on my name
[Chorus: Pira]
Uh, tank on empty, fill it up
I know they hating ‘cause they ain’t as sick as us
I’m goin hard like I ain’t did enough
I know they mad ‘cause they can’t get rid of us
Been with my riders, they sick of us
They want to line us, they ain’t big enough
You want to find him? Go dig him up
Tell him knuckle up when they hit them up (bow)
[Verse 2: Ayce Yovarda]
Yeah
Tank on empty fill it up, got one for the drillaz
We go on mission for skrillaz
Man like me got chune for the dawgs and the villains, the shordies and killers
Circling dates on the calendar
My brothers move on a whole different caliber, trying to just re-up on capital
A baddie like Wolfie Cindy on the passenger
I just pulled up like I’m Carti, my life is one for the taking
They can’t afford to see us at the parties, they gotta stay home on certain occasion
They know it’s nothing to play with
Never been one to compete with myself, I’m taking off on the races, yuh
Hit em up like I’m Makaveli
Still on, nothing y’all could tell me
Could never be close, ‘cause the flows that I chose too cold to be stolen already
And even with a little bit of boldness to scold what I wrote, man it’s all upsetting
I guess it’s really all depending, on the skills that you own, but it’s gone to the point where I’m already gone already
Need more than just shrimp and ramens
On the scheme for some deeper pockets
And I got range like the Houston Rockets
But still got straps that could read your offense
Trying to get a piece of mine, my peace of mind is lost in these recent times
That’s why I got to unleash the grind, the beast inside, and feast to the beat with this heat ‘til it wreaks and the peace declines
That’s why I’m on the verse when I black out, all maxed out like I’m Jordan and Jackson
This more than just lyrics for caption
Rapping for passion, imma get my brothers in on the action
Imma need one hundred million in cash and I don’t want no more debating or asking
Imma just take what I’m owed
Tell them I came for a seat on my throne
Yovarda