HitMan

The homies think they cool, the bitches know I'm awesome Whip out the stick and hit her wall like I broke the piñata I do this often, they don't know I leave these pussies softened I beat the pussy up until I leave the bitch unconscious I hit it from the back then make her ride it, I'm exhausted And beat the pussy nigga cause he keep on talking nonsense Might hide the body, put him six feet under in a coffin Your buddy swimming with the fishes, swimming with the dolphins The grip then made her buddy stutter like he from the auction I tell him if we got a problem, step into my office I keep on working for this money, made more than my profit You keep on looking at me funny, I'ma have to stop it I might just step over your buddy like a Persian carpet I know I'm bound to be the star, still I'm swerving in my rocket My mother told me eat my greens, I feed them to my pockets I'm heated up just like some grease, they don't know when I'm poppin' They keep on watching me, know my next move like I'm on VEVO Your bitch was crying downtown about the green like CeeLo The money coming in like I'm at the casino Might be cruising down your block, they be like here come Deebo The gun keep shooting like a scene, don't know when I should reload I see your homie slam the door, he looking at the peephole About the cheese, about the cheddar, put it on my Cheetos Your bitch just want me cause she know I'm bigger than my ego I shoot my shot and it go and I shot a couple free throws I shoot my shot and turn around like, anybody see those? You f*ck with me, I take the pedal off your bike and your rose Just like a car stop at red but when it's green then I go I told T-Money take his legs off, I'ma need more gas inside the chainsaw Make him take a nap, I warm him up a couple paintballs Please hand me the bat right to his face, just like a baseball Home run, shit nigga, I should try out baseball I hit him so hard that the bat then took his face off Made a bet in 8 ball, 'member 8 ball? F*ck an 8 ball, beat a nigga with that 8 ball Make him sing like he Akon, sound like Trey Songz Batter, batter they waiting for me to swing it at him The picture perfect, it be the same from the different camera I know I'm lit, I spit fire, light up a couple lanterns I just f*ck her, I think her name was Dirty Diana I be trippin', she Miley or she Hannah Montana? Sip this liquor, this liquor been messin' with my grammar She be talking, she talk so much I don't understand her And she nasty but don't like to f*ck up on the camera And I give the bitch the hump just like the fucking camel And I make the pussy jump when I whip out the Magnum Nina sticking to a nigga like the fucking magnet And she down and leave a nigga in a tragic I told T-Money take his legs off, I'ma need more gas inside the chainsaw Make him take a nap, I warm him up a couple paintballs Please hand me the bat right to his face, just like a baseball Home run, shit nigga, I should try out baseball I hit him so hard that the bat then took his face off Made a bet in 8 ball, 'member 8 ball? F*ck an 8 ball, beat a nigga with that 8 ball Make him sing like he Akon, sound like Trey Songz