Hitlist

Always dumpin' got the heater on me Body slumping at a quarter to three Street smart cuz I don't got a degree But I ain't slippin' got a homie with me Pink hair with no high school diploma Pink dress cotton candy aroma Looks sweet but I got me a roller Catch a body she gon' hold the pistola Shots fired they ain't aiming me Pistol on her cuz she got a her a fee Hitman we ain't killing for free Double trouble got the cup with the lean Pull up on you we gon' leave you in pieces My girl'll cut you she gon' send you to Jesus Dinner time when it's time to slide I got one up on them when it's to ride If a bitch mad I ain't gotta hide Pistol on me got it by side Never trust nobody they be telling lies If somebody trippin someone gotta die Heavy weapon it's concealed by the coat Fucking with me sending shots at yo throat Don't come near me if you sad or you broke Think you're fire man that shit is a joke Don't come near bitch if you is not gang Think you hot but you not you is a lame You's a goofy better stay out my lane Better listen or get shots at ya brain Yeah my bitch bad she keep my tool Want your bitch back but I want her too Don't get big mad cuz homie we coo After I'm done I'll send her to you Cause I'm Always dumpin' got the heater on me Body slumping at a quarter to three Street smart cuz I don't got a degree But I ain't slippin' got a homie with me Pink hair with no high school diploma Pink dress cotton candy aroma Looks sweet but I got me a roller Catch a body she gon' hold the pistola Always dumpin' got the heater on me Body slumping at a quarter to three Street smart cuz I don't got a degree But I ain't slippin' got a homie with me Pink hair with no high school diploma Pink dress cotton candy aroma Looks sweet but I got me a roller Catch a body she gon' hold the pistola Bitch!