Hitlist

None of my shooters they miss Goin thru the hit list All it took was a diss Got your net worth on my wrist You ain't even make it to the list Saw ur bitch give me a kiss Now she sucking on the dick Now she sucking on the dick Why you talking shit I'll smack you like a bitch Say it to my face Or get thrown in a ditch It's almost Halloween So time for the trick Bullets start flying I'll catch bubbas lip Don't worry be happy Bob Marley kept it classy Don't worry they won't catch me Hot box in the caddy Three hoes in the backseat So I passed them a maxi PMS a tragedy I don't need them to get at me I played them like a flute I responded with groot You'll soon get the trunk Once you get the root In it for the loot All the haters I mute They casted me for click Click part two None of my shooters they miss Going through the hit list All it took was a diss Got your net worth on my wrist You ain't even make it to the list Saw ur bitch give me a kiss Now she sucking on the dick Now she sucking on the dick In my head To pass the time Got caught up In all these crimes Smoking blunts So I did my time I'd rather get high Higher then the sky Sit back and we'll fly Up up and arise We all stay up My niggas don't front We don't give a f*ck Molly sizzurp Codiene maybe coke Roll up a blunt Start to toke Always finessing Never broke I may play games Ain't no joke Laugh out loud Just to provoke I broke his jaw Wish he could croak I'm alone wolf Stay in my zone Head down Hoddie up All in my phone None of my shooters they miss Going through the hit list All it took was a diss Got your net worth on my wrist You ain't even make it to the list Saw ur bitch give me a kiss Now she sucking on the dick Now she sucking on the dick