[Intro: Scrim and Producer Tag]
This a Scrim beat!
It’s that young god
And I’m in the [?] with my shooter, and a motherfucking dope boy
Y'all already know how the fuck we get that, boy
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
DJ Scrim with that 808!
Work
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Work)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Woop)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Skgrrah)

[Hook: Scrim]
Hit ‘em up, hit 'em up (Work)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Woop)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Skgrrah)

[Verse 1: Scrim]
Scrimmy the villain (Skgrrah)
Higher than the cеiling (Woop)
Making a killing (Pfft)
Got these boys catching feelings
Syrup goin' drip drip (What)
Fucker hеr ‘till my [?] (What)
She all up on my dick tip
Wanna rob me like a [?] (Skrr)
Mary got me tripping (Mary)
Molly that I’m sniffing (Rolling)
Pistol that I’m gripping
Shoot a fucker 'till he livid (Bap bap)
Real G’s don’t sleep
Just serving the fiends (Woop)
They itching to flee (Woop)
Hold it down for my G’s (Work)
Long [?] (Smoke it)
Put 'em in the dirt (Skgrrah)
I flex with no shirt
[?] (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
Rip 'em up, rip 'em up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Bridge: Scrim]
Hit ‘em up, hit 'em up (Work)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Woop)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Skgrrah)

[Hook: Scrim]
Hit ‘em up, hit 'em up (Work)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Woop)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Skgrrah)

[Verse 2: K. Gotti]
On the block posted, that Glock loaded
I stay focused like [?]
Anti-social, I fly solo
From the southside, where we wide open
No gang ties, live for the moment
My brain fried and my heart frozen
I’m bone-fied like Popeye’s chicken
G*59, bloodline reppin'
I was doing time while you were taking pictures
Now I’m on the grind and you wearing lip-stick
On the front line, bitch you got me twisted
If you think I’m lying, come and try me n***a
2014, hit ‘em up, hit 'em up like Charlie Sheen
I’ve been on my own since fifteen
Still putting in work for the whole team
Pistol grip stay equipped like triple [?]
Banana clips, solid tips, down to clear a scene
Southside Louisiana 'till the death of me
Home of the wetlands and murder sprees
.40 on my side, bitch its do or die
You can try to run and hide
You can die [?] bap bap
[Hook: Scrim]
Hit ‘em up, hit 'em up (Work)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Woop)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (What)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Skgrrah)