HitMan

The homies think they cool, the bitches know I'm awesome
Whip out the stick and hit her wall like I broke the piñata
I do this often, they don't know I leave these pussies softened
I beat the pussy up until I leave the bitch unconscious

I hit it from the back then make her ride it, I'm exhausted
And beat the pussy nigga cause he keep on talking nonsense
Might hide the body, put him six feet under in a coffin
Your buddy swimming with the fishes, swimming with the dolphins

The grip then made her buddy stutter like he from the auction
I tell him if we got a problem, step into my office
I keep on working for this money, made more than my profit
You keep on looking at me funny, I'ma have to stop it

I might just step over your buddy like a Persian carpet
I know I'm bound to be the star, still I'm swerving in my rocket
My mother told me eat my greens, I feed them to my pockets
I'm heated up just like some grease, they don't know when I'm poppin'

They keep on watching me, know my next move like I'm on VEVO
Your bitch was crying downtown about the green like CeeLo
The money coming in like I'm at the casino
Might be cruising down your block, they be like here come Deebo

The gun keep shooting like a scene, don't know when I should reload
I see your homie slam the door, he looking at the peephole
About the cheese, about the cheddar, put it on my Cheetos
Your bitch just want me cause she know I'm bigger than my ego

I shoot my shot and it go and I shot a couple free throws
I shoot my shot and turn around like, anybody see those?
You fuck with me, I take the pedal off your bike and your rose
Just like a car stop at red but when it's green then I go

I told T-Money take his legs off, I'ma need more gas inside the chainsaw
Make him take a nap, I warm him up a couple paintballs
Please hand me the bat right to his face, just like a baseball
Home run, shit nigga, I should try out baseball

I hit him so hard that the bat then took his face off
Made a bet in 8 ball, 'member 8 ball?
Fuck an 8 ball, beat a nigga with that 8 ball
Make him sing like he Akon, sound like Trey Songz

Batter, batter they waiting for me to swing it at him
The picture perfect, it be the same from the different camera
I know I'm lit, I spit fire, light up a couple lanterns
I just fuck her, I think her name was Dirty Diana

I be trippin', she Miley or she Hannah Montana?
Sip this liquor, this liquor been messin' with my grammar
She be talking, she talk so much I don't understand her
And she nasty but don't like to fuck up on the camera

And I give the bitch the hump just like the fucking camel
And I make the pussy jump when I whip out the Magnum
Nina sticking to a nigga like the fucking magnet
And she down and leave a nigga in a tragic

I told T-Money take his legs off, I'ma need more gas inside the chainsaw
Make him take a nap, I warm him up a couple paintballs
Please hand me the bat right to his face, just like a baseball
Home run, shit nigga, I should try out baseball

I hit him so hard that the bat then took his face off
Made a bet in 8 ball, 'member 8 ball?
Fuck an 8 ball, beat a nigga with that 8 ball
Make him sing like he Akon, sound like Trey Songz