Hit Em

[Hook: Quavo] Your bitch look like she want to fuck some That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug When I nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit em with the uh (skkrt) Hit em with it, hit em with it Hit em with it, hit em with it, hit em with it Hit em with it, hit em with it Hit em with it (Hit it!) Hit em with it, hit em with it (Hit it!) Hit em with it (Hit it!) Hit em with it, hit em with it (Hit it, hit it, hit it!) Hit em with it (Hit, hit!) [Verse 1: Quavo] Hit it, hit it, man I’m tryna stretch it to a whole fifty Hit the juug, man I’m tryna put you niggas on if you with it You niggas in your own lane, Migo gang in a division Hit the pot just for the extras, abracadabra it’s missing Hit the pot, hit it, hit it, hit it, make em take that like Diddy Fuck fuck nigga talking, pull up on the block with extensions Look up the statistics, I’m worth a million I might pull up in the coupe and hurt your feelings If you shooting at a nigga, better hit him Cause you never know, he could come back and hit you [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 2: Offset] Hit em with it, remix em Beat em with it, Imma go and beat em with it I won’t ever leave it in her Bullets hit the Sprinter, you sweeter than a cinnamon I’m checking my agenda, you niggas acting feminine Had enough to pay my dividends, Migos I’m a citizen It was evident we had to stay passionate Pissing diamonds accident, my money is immaculate Hit em with the tackle Pull out the chopper, not fronting I’ll rush em Sipping on Actavis in my blood vessel I am not a mason but I’m rocking Margiella’s Higher than a motherfucker, just like a propeller I’m riding in the Mulsanne, Bentley got umbrellas My plug’s too far so I tell a nigga mail em [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] Nigga talking crazy like he want to buck Hit him with the uppercut, I make him knuckle up Pull up in the Lamborghini Murcielago to Make your bitch buckle up, turn me up Sipping on poison ivy, but nigga check my double cup My brothers know Isley, tweety bird tweeting in my Bentley truck Nigga talking bout a check then Imma run it up Shots fired at my sprinter bus, bap bap bap, grrrrrrraow Nobody got hit, it was ten of us Touch down at Coachella and they pulling up Pick up the vector, then I point it up Start busting, ain’t no need to load it I hit the gas, take out their expedition truck [Hook: Quavo]