YG, D3szn & Day Sulan – Hit Em Up (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

YG, D3szn & Day Sulan collaborate on a new single titled “Hit Em Up”. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by DJ Swish & ADP.

Yg, D3szn & Day Sulan Hit Em Up

In August, YG and his 4Hunnid artist Day Sulan united on their single Equinox, and now they’ve returned with another collaboration. The Los Angeles rapper has been carefully crafting out the career of his rising artist, making sure that he proves that Compton’s First Lady of 4Hunnid reputation is well deserved.

YG, Day Sulan, and newest 4Hunnid artist D3szn joined forces for their single “Hit Em Up,” and each artist blazes through their hard bars as they set the tone for the upcoming year. We expect to hear much more from YG and his 4Hunnid crew, so we’ll make sure to keep you posted on what’s to come. “I knew I was going to blow eventually. I’m not there yet, but I always had that confidence,” Sulan told Revolt last August. “I knew it’s going to be some time but the way social media works nowadays, things happen a lot quicker.”

YG, D3szn & Day Sulan – Hit Em Up (prod. DJ Swish & ADP)

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Lyrics

[Chorus: YG]
I got the guap, I make a movie
I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci
Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi
I see a opp, I act a fool
We hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1: YG]
Hi, I’m Bob (Hey), I keep a toolie
Only do Glocks, bitch, I’m bougie (Bitch)
I’m in a drop, y’all might lose me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Heard she a thot, ho, I’m Gucci
Hang with the opps (Nah), y’all confuse me
In your face, I spit a loogie
Left to the right, my niggas slide
Slide, slide, they do the toosie
Put ’em down, difference in the score up (Up)
It’s a number game, bitch, and we four up (Up)
He a cameraman, he shoot close-up
Pop-pop-pop to the Range Rover (Pop-pop)
They like, “Boy, you gotta chill” (Chill)
I’m like, “Chill, ice out the grill” (Bitch)
You in the house, I’m in the field (Field)
I call the play, they do the drill

[Chorus: YG & D3SZN]
I got the guap, I make a movie
I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci
Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi
I see a opp, I act a fool
We hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit ’em up, bang (I’m finna bleed this bitch)
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Ayy)

[Verse 2: D3SZN]
Run it up, I gotta get it
I’m deep in them trenches, that dope, I be whippin’
I’m whippin’ the foreign, my foreign got bitches
My bitches be bad, I be givin’ out inches
Them dawgs be hitters, your dawgs be frauds (Fraud)
Got bulletproof cars, you a opp, you get offed (You get offed)
Bitch, I’m a boss (Ayy), I don’t even gotta floss
My coat feathers from a hawk (Yeah)
Slide (Slide), slide-slide (Yeah)
Red rags on my side (Brrt-brrt)
Bitch, I be outside reppin’ my gang ’til I die, ’til I finish
Bleed your block, I ain’t leavin’ no witness
I call the shots, my shooters on go (They on go)
I hit the hood, I’m on the four (Four)
Got choppers and Dracos and Glocks
Mind your business, lil’ nigga, that’s how niggas get smoked (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: YG Day Sulan]
I got the guap, I make a movie
I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci
Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi
I see a opp, I act a fool
We hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang (Ahh)
Hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3: Day Sulan]
I see a opp bitch (Okay), I’m on your top, bitch (I’m on your shit)
I ain’t pullin’ out no tracks, you gettin’ socked, bitch (Ah)
I ain’t no thot bitch (No thot), I’m a lil’ hot bitch (Hot bitch, uh)
Nigga want the pussy, tell ’em, “Ice the Glock, trick”
Hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up, hit ’em up (Hit ’em up)
Bad bitch, I didn’t have to get my titties done (No)
Baddest in the city, ask anyone (I’m really)
Caught a case for my nigga, I’m the realest one
Hell nah, I ain’t fuckin’ with you pussy bitches (Nah)
Hit ’em up, sendin’ shots right out the hooptie, bitches, ah (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus: YG]
I got the guap, I make a movie
I’m in the drop, I’m feelin’ Gucci
Stay with a Glock and a lil’ Uzi
I see a opp, I act a fool
We hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit ’em up, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang