Hitman & Jet 2 - Post Plain Target lyrics

[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