Hit List
Yea Fuck it Ima pop my shit (Yea)
Fuck it Ima pop my shit (Yea)
Fuck rap I'm back on my bully
No cap boa these niggas pussy
Come dance with the devil lets boogie
Real killa don't tell'em to push me (Yea)
That Dior shit stay on my hoodie
Im weighing and baggin up cookies
Im laughing cuz niggas be rookies
No rappin bitch you gotta book me
I aint neva thru no flags
You aint neva zip no bag
I cant salute no badge
Switch ona glicc it a shoot so fast
Nigga know Nus gon flash
Nigga know a truce don't last
Pull up shoot no glass
Or have lil gang alley oop yo ass
He got the bells bro Nem they on em
Glizzys for sell tell'em I want em
I walk em down all by my lonesome
I'm bout that murder I thought I shown em
Pray for my opps and my opponents
I heard ratted Ima disown em
Good overkill you get a bonus
Might hit his bitch to give my condolence
He lacking it's cracking they smacking I'm on em
He trapping in traffic I'm jacking I want it
She throwing it back got it clappin she moanin
I'm killin the pussy then whacking her homie
Light up the pack now back actin phoney
She'll be back I'm acting like tony
That bitch ain't a snack she a pack of baloney
I need that cat like macaroni
Brand new glizzy I'm tryna test it
Im sending bullets aint in to textin
Shells delivered they get the message
I flip a block some like tetris
Niggas aint eating they anorexic
Niggas be shitty just like my exes
Payin for pussy Ima finesse it
She riding the dick and put on my neckless
Straight out the trenches Ima lil reckless
I pop a perc and I get aggressive
Makin her squirt I give her the best dick
Tell her to twerk she doing her best shit
Say he a shooter I don't respect it
Glock got a drum AR wit breastes
I heard my opps bought all the vests
Ain't with the gang then you better exit (Yea) (Yea)
Say he a shooter I don't respect it
Glock got a drum AR with breastes
(Whew Tittes!)
I heard my opps bought all the vests
Aint with the gang then you better exit
(Hahaha)
Pourin the wok Cuz I'm the sickest
I'm smoking opps and I can mix it
Told her to swap I want a thick bitch
I want some top out on the lip stick
Fuck out the spot you look suspicious
Too many glocks think I'm addicted
Too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratched off the hit list
Got too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratch off the hit list
Got too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratch off the hit list
Fuck it Ima pop my shit (Yea)
Fuck rap I'm back on my bully
No cap boa these niggas pussy
Come dance with the devil lets boogie
Real killa don't tell'em to push me (Yea)
That Dior shit stay on my hoodie
Im weighing and baggin up cookies
Im laughing cuz niggas be rookies
No rappin bitch you gotta book me
I aint neva thru no flags
You aint neva zip no bag
I cant salute no badge
Switch ona glicc it a shoot so fast
Nigga know Nus gon flash
Nigga know a truce don't last
Pull up shoot no glass
Or have lil gang alley oop yo ass
He got the bells bro Nem they on em
Glizzys for sell tell'em I want em
I walk em down all by my lonesome
I'm bout that murder I thought I shown em
Pray for my opps and my opponents
I heard ratted Ima disown em
Good overkill you get a bonus
Might hit his bitch to give my condolence
He lacking it's cracking they smacking I'm on em
He trapping in traffic I'm jacking I want it
She throwing it back got it clappin she moanin
I'm killin the pussy then whacking her homie
Light up the pack now back actin phoney
She'll be back I'm acting like tony
That bitch ain't a snack she a pack of baloney
I need that cat like macaroni
Brand new glizzy I'm tryna test it
Im sending bullets aint in to textin
Shells delivered they get the message
I flip a block some like tetris
Niggas aint eating they anorexic
Niggas be shitty just like my exes
Payin for pussy Ima finesse it
She riding the dick and put on my neckless
Straight out the trenches Ima lil reckless
I pop a perc and I get aggressive
Makin her squirt I give her the best dick
Tell her to twerk she doing her best shit
Say he a shooter I don't respect it
Glock got a drum AR wit breastes
I heard my opps bought all the vests
Ain't with the gang then you better exit (Yea) (Yea)
Say he a shooter I don't respect it
Glock got a drum AR with breastes
(Whew Tittes!)
I heard my opps bought all the vests
Aint with the gang then you better exit
(Hahaha)
Pourin the wok Cuz I'm the sickest
I'm smoking opps and I can mix it
Told her to swap I want a thick bitch
I want some top out on the lip stick
Fuck out the spot you look suspicious
Too many glocks think I'm addicted
Too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratched off the hit list
Got too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratch off the hit list
Got too many shots don't make me click it
Another opp scratch off the hit list
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Writer(s): Jiovanni Murphy
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