Hit List

I wish
Yeah I wish wish
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
A hit
Yeah a hit list
A hit
Yeah a hit list

I'm going after the niggas that's claiming that they going after the kid
Shut up lil nigga you ain't coming for me a baby I'll hand you bid
Can't watch when you speak all the shit that I see is a dick rubbing off of ya lips
Fagget lil bitch you can never compete moutherfucka I'm top on the grid
Listen
I'm kind of rough when I'm sipping
I like that nigga cause he gotta bag and he always in blue steady cripping
I got producers all over my phone tried to send me they nudes yeah they tripping
God got a plan for the kid & that bih set in stone moutherfucka it's written it's written
I just hoped out of that new 2020 no licenses I just hit the switch
These bitches MJ call me big daddy joe have my children go pick out they switch
I'm not doing features for less than 250 no option I'll body it quick
These hoes know my life more than me like a show vh1 with a horrible script
I'm clocking in, you hoes clocking out
Competition, Competition
Yeah a bitch full of doubt
There's so much hate in the East that think I might move to the south
Niggas be bold with them moutherfuckin fingers but won't use they mouth uh

Why every fucking time I gotta let these bitches know?
Right?
That I'm the big honcho
Word
Nigga, Nigga
I'll sit on my moutherfuckin throne and slap every single bitch
Cause I wish

I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
A hit
Yeah a hit list
A hit
Yeah a hit list
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
A hit
Yeah a hit list
A hit
Yeah a hit list

I might do the dab on these bitches
Bend them right on them ass I'm the mom and the dad but I would never put claim on these bitches
Ain't no brakes in my lane I want all of the fame I can tell I put fear in these bitches
Put the heat in they ass on these bitches
I wish moutherfucka would dare one these bitches
Right jab Ronda Rousey all hands on these bitches
You moving too slow bitches gitty up
Remind you again why ya nigga stuck
You get no cash baby Biggie bucks
Throwing bread to you pigeons a city duck Uh
The girls think they know
Ain't knowing a thing but this ass on his nose
Flicking my wrist ain't no pot on the stove
Reading a bitch like a book ain't no pose
Wasss litty?
You think you it in my city?
Heard couple dudes trynna get me
Cus I'm running circles they raps pretty shitty
I got the candy no 50
And he wanna touch it that's word to sis missy
90% percent wanna get me
But baby all hunnid could never sit with me, bitch

You still not getting the shit bitch?
How many times I gotta tell these bitches?
I'll eat these mouthfuckas up lunch dinner and breakfast
And have some more shit on the side for a snack

I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
A hit
Yeah a hit list
A hit
Yeah a hit list
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
I wish
Yeah I wish I wish
A hit
Yeah a hit list
A hit
Yeah a hit list