Hitlist

Keep that bitch level up, love is not a game
I be cutting to the chase, you can take a aim
All the red dots are my hitlist (Ay)
You want to be next? You're my next pay day

I'm gonna drown you, I'm just being frank
I ain't lying bitch, this ain't a prank
Pulling 44's bitch, we don't need a tank
Popping brains on the floor, imma make you go blank
You wanna keep talking, imma cut your tongue out
You talking shit man you leave me outta doubt
I be like looking for you like I'm a scout
How many bodies bitch, I had lost count

I've got a hitlist, and you're at the top
You better watch your back, before I make it pop
You think you're safe, but I'm always one step ahead
I've got my sights on you, and you're as good as dead
Hitlist, hitlist, I've got my targets in sight
I won't stop until they're gone, 'cause they're not worth the fight
Hitlist, hitlist
I'm comin' for ya (Comin' for ya)

Keep that bitch level up, love is not a game
I be cutting to the chase, you can take a aim
All the red dots are my hitlist (Ay)
You want to be next? You're my next pay day



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Writer(s): Harvey Mcallister
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