Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hit ‘Em Up’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ooh, yeah, yeah
You know how we pulling up
(It’s JoeFromYO)
Yeah
(Elo on the beat)
You know how we pulling up
We might not be big, but you can’t fight no bullets, so don’t try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit ’em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don’t f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I’m gon’ to run it up
Plus I’m gon’ double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I’m a young nigga stackin’ my Benji’s up, up, up
They call me a singer, I’m rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I’m a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I’m stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we
Give it up
I swear nigga, you a dead, dead nigga, you tried to set me up
Niggas be scared, they go to the feds and they start to singing, na, na, na
Be careful with these rat niggas out here actin’ like they with you, nah, nah, nah
It’s only my niggas, we get high nigga, smokin’ la-la-la, la-la
Some fly niggas and we always gon’ keep it a 100 like 95 plus 5
I know many men wishin’ death up on me, niggas is tryna take my life
So I keep a friend with a F&N, that nigga always by my side
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we pulling up
We might not be big, but you can’t fight no bullets, so don’t try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit ’em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don’t f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I’m gon’ to run it up
Plus I’m gon’ double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I’m a young nigga stackin’ my Benji’s up, up, up
They call me a singer, I’m rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I’m a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I’m stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we
Huh, yeah, you know how we pulling up
Back to back in foreigns, when I start the engine, I push a button
Still reminiscing them days people said I wouldn’t be good, nah
Had my head down, now I hop in the Wraith and see stars when I’m lookin’ up
And I dare a nigga try bully us (bully us)
Got a choppa with big bullets if he thinkin’ he big and tough
I’m with Boogie, my hoodie up (hoodie up)
I go 7:30 with this 30 off Perky’s, I’m booted up
Run up, I’m shootin’ somethin’
Glock 19, with a beam, make a move and I prove a point
Hop out that Urus truck
Know we coming with the nineteen whenever we hit the club, yeah
We pulling up
We might not be big, but you can’t fight no bullets, so don’t try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit ’em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don’t f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I’m gon’ to run it up
Plus I’m gon’ double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I’m a young nigga stackin’ my Benji’s up, up, up
They call me a singer, I’m rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I’m a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I’m stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we