[Intro]
Yeah. Aye Hitman just got a soundcloud
I got my n***a Jet in here with me, man
We on that post plain target sh**
[Verse 1]
I'm on that post plain target
Aiming at that a** like b**hes shopping at Target
Eat that p**y up and take that a** right off the market
Yeah, she'll never wanna depart with
(Hitman)
Hitman beat it up, sh** get loud sound like we arguing
Hotter than myself, baby we speaking in arsonist
My arsenal, b**hes in my account depositing
That's a Wrekless turn up, we living with no consequence
All on my InstaGram, girl don't make it obvious
That we s**ing each other until we losing consciousness
I should've never got her started, ain't no stopping us
But there will be no cuffing 'round here, ain't no cop in us
In God we trust, but there's no one hot as us
Real recognize real, you look like a lie to us
Fake hanging with the fake, fake n***as hate
That's yo' chick? Watch her leave the club look like she got raped
No disrespect, just wanna cake like it's my birthday
She basically wet because I'm thirsty
First thing, I'mma get it in, she said don't hurt me
Just work me, last year you were such a jerk to me
Roll up my two swigity swishers
'Bout to run that threesome with a twin and her sister
I'm yo' I'm yo muhh f**in' mister
Yo muhhf**in' river
Hitman a muhhf**in' piffer
Smoking weed, just dropped a freestyle
Cause I ain't got no more write rap in my iPod
n***as lookin' quite odd
Yeah, oh my muhhf**in' God
Oh my muhhf**in' weed in my muhhf**in' jacket pocket
Finna light that sh** up, know I really rocket
Two muhhf**in' chains, not on my neck
Two muhhf**in' chains in my CD collection
Yeah, rolling on that
I be rollin' on that molly
Yeah, yo' b**h just popped a molly too
And you know how that gon' end
[Outro]
Hitman n***a
Hitman.. I see you n***a
This sh** don't get old
Shout out my crew, n***a Wrekless