Hitman 4 Hire
I got a hit man for hire
I got bricks i got buyers
I never noticed the bit
(y'all prolly think im cappin)
(tappin)
I got a hitman for hire
I got bricks i got buyers
I got a bitch that been bad
She treat my word like the Bible
Your favorite rapper a liar
I got hits in my files
I never noticed the bitch
She top me off and it's fire
Had to pour up the six
That's why TYH Dopey tired
I just phoned up ya bitch
And i told her retire
That only fans shit
Yeah it's paying your rent
I'm prolly sipping hi tek
Im never worried or stressed
Okay im cappin i stress
Im only worried bout checks
And your favorite rapper broke
But i'm broke too
But i'll prolly make some millions off of pro tools
Old hits surfing lime wire
Y'all worn out like old tires
I lay her down like some tiles
Make her sing like a siren
Call the shots im umpiring
Bitch i'm geeked up all night like a fucking vampire
Fuck you goofy vampires
Fuck whatever transpired
Fuck whoever inspired
All the hate in you liars
All the pain in these trials
All the shame in you clowns
In this game you gon drown
Down your throat is my sound
And my name and my dick
And my fucks and glix
Got a big ass stick
I aint fire it yet
I ain't flop on the bet
(i ain't hitting the bitch)
(i ain't hitting the bitch)
I ain't tripping off shit
I hit licks i pulled skits
I been sniffing on fish
I been chugging the fifth
I ain't finish it yet
I ain't flop on that bet
I ain't hitting da bit
I ain't hitting da bit
She said i hit it the best
You'll see me bang on my chest
You'll see me stay on the left
Cuz i ain't finna do right
In my fist is a light
Light it up like the sky
This ain't fourth of july
This ain't fourth of july
Give her the time of her life
Give her the time of her life
Give her the time of her life
Gave her the time of her life
I got a hitman for hire
I got bricks i got buyers
I got a bitch that been bad
She treat my word like the Bible
Your favorite rapper a liar
I got hits in my files
I never noticed the bitch
She top me off and it's fire
Had to pour up the six
That's why TYH Dopey tired
I just phoned up ya bitch
And i told her retire
That only fans shit
While it's paying your rent
I'm prolly sipping hi tek
Im never worried or stressed
Okay im cappin i stress
Im only worried bout checks
And your favorite rapper broke
But i'm broke too
But i'll prolly make some millions off of pro tools
I got bricks i got buyers
I never noticed the bit
(y'all prolly think im cappin)
(tappin)
I got a hitman for hire
I got bricks i got buyers
I got a bitch that been bad
She treat my word like the Bible
Your favorite rapper a liar
I got hits in my files
I never noticed the bitch
She top me off and it's fire
Had to pour up the six
That's why TYH Dopey tired
I just phoned up ya bitch
And i told her retire
That only fans shit
Yeah it's paying your rent
I'm prolly sipping hi tek
Im never worried or stressed
Okay im cappin i stress
Im only worried bout checks
And your favorite rapper broke
But i'm broke too
But i'll prolly make some millions off of pro tools
Old hits surfing lime wire
Y'all worn out like old tires
I lay her down like some tiles
Make her sing like a siren
Call the shots im umpiring
Bitch i'm geeked up all night like a fucking vampire
Fuck you goofy vampires
Fuck whatever transpired
Fuck whoever inspired
All the hate in you liars
All the pain in these trials
All the shame in you clowns
In this game you gon drown
Down your throat is my sound
And my name and my dick
And my fucks and glix
Got a big ass stick
I aint fire it yet
I ain't flop on the bet
(i ain't hitting the bitch)
(i ain't hitting the bitch)
I ain't tripping off shit
I hit licks i pulled skits
I been sniffing on fish
I been chugging the fifth
I ain't finish it yet
I ain't flop on that bet
I ain't hitting da bit
I ain't hitting da bit
She said i hit it the best
You'll see me bang on my chest
You'll see me stay on the left
Cuz i ain't finna do right
In my fist is a light
Light it up like the sky
This ain't fourth of july
This ain't fourth of july
Give her the time of her life
Give her the time of her life
Give her the time of her life
Gave her the time of her life
I got a hitman for hire
I got bricks i got buyers
I got a bitch that been bad
She treat my word like the Bible
Your favorite rapper a liar
I got hits in my files
I never noticed the bitch
She top me off and it's fire
Had to pour up the six
That's why TYH Dopey tired
I just phoned up ya bitch
And i told her retire
That only fans shit
While it's paying your rent
I'm prolly sipping hi tek
Im never worried or stressed
Okay im cappin i stress
Im only worried bout checks
And your favorite rapper broke
But i'm broke too
But i'll prolly make some millions off of pro tools
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