HitSquad

Ima on my HitSquad shit If you keep on talking B*tch it’s hits ain’t no miss Heard he feeling special So I put em on the list King pass the clip That’s what you call an assist Hahahahaha On my HitSquad shit If you keep on talking B*tch it’s hits ain’t no miss Heard he feeling special So I put em on the list King pass the clip That’s what you call an assist Hahahahaha Take a second Okay now it’s over Kill you then kill your fam Nobody getting closure I was gone but now I’m back About to take over I’m the messiah you forgot The raptures getting closer Thought you could play me Then you must be stupid I’m not titty boy But believe I’m the fucking truest And I’m the hottest nigga out I get your bitch to prove it She at my crib sounding like Waka Screaming oh let’s do it They nailed me down And thought they had a chance I layed low for three days Now I’m back my friend And my disciples still with me They gone move when I say go And since you talking out your neck They put a hole in your throat I told ya homie Yea we don’t play fair I can’t catch you at your crib I catch you at the daycare If I can’t catch you there Ima pull up to where your granny sleep Kill her then kill the family While everybody weep Ima on my HitSquad shit If you keep on talking B*tch it’s hits ain’t no miss Heard he feeling special So I put em on the list King pass the clip That’s what you call an assist Hahahahaha On my HitSquad shit If you keep on talking B*tch it’s hits ain’t no miss Heard he feeling special So I put em on the list King pass the clip That’s what you call an assist Hahahahaha You learn your lesson When you play me Your homie tried Don’t you know that history repeats And ima dog Ima whole different pedigree And your bitch on me So I guess that that make her a flea Everywhere I go They watching me I might be closer to your girl Then it really seems Ain’t no mirror ain’t no magic Ain’t no smoke and screens My neighbors think it’s a scary movie The way she scream E for effort That’s a nice try But you forgot one thing I’m not nice guy I finish first and not last I deserve some sprinkles I’m so high they can’t stand me So they call me dinkle (Berg) I’m Really on one They tell me I’m tripping But I ain’t even let it be light yet This the beginning And if you say my name Then I appear like a magician Before you talk about me Better check the lips you kissing