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This, I'ma call this song "Hitman"
Yuh, that's hard
Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today
I gotta get money, I gotta get paid
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today
I gotta get ready, so give me two days
Maybe three days 'cause I gotta get big
I'm dressed in all black with no mask on my face
I come out the 'Burban, I shoot you broad-day
I'm runnin' away 'til I find me a place
This is my hideaway, getaway spot (Don't tell)
Can't show no one, they might go send the drop (Shh)
Yuh, that's hard
Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today
I gotta get money, I gotta get paid
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Nigga, you don't know where I'm going today
I gotta get ready, so give me two days
Maybe three days 'cause I gotta get big
I'm dressed in all black with no mask on my face
I come out the 'Burban, I shoot you broad-day
I'm runnin' away 'til I find me a place
This is my hideaway, getaway spot (Don't tell)
Can't show no one, they might go send the drop (Shh)
Don't you tell nobody now
You gon' me up there with God
If you don't watch your mouth (Shut up)
I don't got no bands, so I sleep on the couch
That nigga a rat and his daddy a mouse
I feel like Rick Ross 'cause I know I'm a boss
Fuck everybody that stand in my way
I'm callin' my hitman, you dyin' today
My choppa came out and I know that shit gay
So many bodies, it scratch out the face
So many racks, I might buy out the bank
Pour up some pink but inside of the cup
Don't give a damn, bitch, I just wanna fuck
Ex-hoes and ex-hoes, I just want some love
I mix my emotions with some type of drugs
She sniffin' that white, I call it "angel dust"
Bentleys, Bentaygas, whatever the truck
Put your head down, nigga, duck
You gon' me up there with God
If you don't watch your mouth (Shut up)
I don't got no bands, so I sleep on the couch
That nigga a rat and his daddy a mouse
I feel like Rick Ross 'cause I know I'm a boss
Fuck everybody that stand in my way
I'm callin' my hitman, you dyin' today
My choppa came out and I know that shit gay
So many bodies, it scratch out the face
So many racks, I might buy out the bank
Pour up some pink but inside of the cup
Don't give a damn, bitch, I just wanna fuck
Ex-hoes and ex-hoes, I just want some love
I mix my emotions with some type of drugs
She sniffin' that white, I call it "angel dust"
Bentleys, Bentaygas, whatever the truck
Put your head down, nigga, duck
Almost got hit 'cause you lucky
One step away, you gon' turn to a dummy
These bitches don't keep it real, they not gon' mean it
They not gon' keep it real 'cause they dreamin'
Ice on my neck, I might go anemic
Fuck around, I might show you my demons
One step away, you gon' turn to a dummy
These bitches don't keep it real, they not gon' mean it
They not gon' keep it real 'cause they dreamin'
Ice on my neck, I might go anemic
Fuck around, I might show you my demons
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