[Intro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
*Puff puff* This sh** hit BeeGee
[BeeGee]
(Chipmunk voice)
Aye, bro chill. Get to the track though my n***a
[Verse 1: Hitman]
(I be on that high sh**)
I found out that b**hes ain't loyal, n***a I'm over it
Swear she's hot to the touch, but I'm like her oven mitt
Cause I know how to handle
All her friends I made examples
I k**ed the p**y, k**ed the smell with a swag candle
Look, my n***a I'm on... whole eighth to myself
Whole eighth with the bros, no eighth for the hoes
I got too much, woah for them b**hes; overload
I'm just into my performances, smoke and count my Os
Wrekless representative, I bang it like the set
Throw it up, I'm showing up everytime you heard I was next
I don't slack, b**h I rap; you n***as whack I feel that deeply
Talkin' sh** but in my face use (you're) a fan, n***a that's creepy
Ahh, what the f** is going on around my side of town
Look, them haters keep my laughing fam I love these f**in' clowns
Look at me now, look at me frowm; mad swag is how I get down
We the best, I'm on one-b**h don't duck, but shots come around
Ahh, get used to this life I live, yo' brain is satisfying
Lose your breath everytime we s**, baby girl is dying
I love the way she get on top and ride me like a stallion
She need some kind of reward, crown or medallion
[Verse 2: BeeGee]
n***as... be stalkin' b**hes in the club
I'm on that hard sh** with a b**h, I came to get it up
Velcro type of n***a, cause my attitude just got her stuck
And yes, my conscious is a virgin, cause I just don't give a f**
Spark the bleether, hit that sh** and thump the ashes on her bu*t
I'm done with the f**in' conversation, trynna get a nut
I call my b**hes 2k, cause I play 'em everyday
I'm all about the struggle, but I'm rappin' like I got it made
I hope you got the memo, I'm about to go national
I let a hatin' n***a talk, his thoughts are so irrational
Sever n***as with the verse, precision is so tactical
I'm on that super star; sparkle sparkle it's so magical
k**in' these n***as with the bars, the style is so imperative
Around the b**hes I be cool, around them you're embarra**in'
Runnin' up on this track, because a n***a has endurance
Peep the style, this is Wrekless, now you're useless like insurance
[Verse 3: Hitman]
Look, word to my n***a Otis; I'm Smithers-Smitty
Downtown on a dime for her "hello, kitty"
b**hes wantin' my committee like some brand new titties
Moments never have a name 'til I pull out my Jimmy
I be off that freaky deaky until they comfortable
Then I'm in your wallet, give me paper like I'm punchin' holes
Don't like when it's fishy; no tuna ca**erole
Wrekless n***as addin' up, swag mathematical
[Verse 4: Jet 2]
n***a, dick-head f** you I got ambition
Y'all n***as sittin', sittin' might as well be convalescent
Art of ambition just as long as the watch is tickin'
Clock is tickin', f** the b**hes gettin' in the way of the paper chase
Whip, you see the light in me, n***a I could be a switch
Hitman put money on they head, cause now we got 'em on the hitlist
Lyrics paint just like we drew it, if they ain't signin' they stupid
Them other n***as the Triads and Wrekless be the Yakuzas n***a
They don't kick it like we kick it, n***a you pooch it n***a
You sewage, n***a we music, n***a we do this, n***a
Thought you knew this, n***a like who them n***as?
A group of spitters, Wrekless post like eviction notice
Delivery move them n***as
Crew full of grinders, all we do is think of rails
Stick to the music while the b**hes stick to us guess we some nails
I got a fail at multi-tasksing while on the paper
Cause I'm way too one track minded to think of failure, n***a
[Verse 5: Hitman]
I'm from where going in is never a problem
So if a rival feelin' froggy, I got n***as to pause him
Thinkin' they icy, I defrost 'em
Give a f** what it cost 'em
Turn 'em to water, I go harder; grown sh**, I'm a father
And on my unborn daughter, AKA why n***as bother?
I ain't got no time to bother, cause yo mom's up in the shower
Honesty hour, I just take it down, baby twin towers
Then right back to the shower, you feel me p**y is power
[Outro: Hitman]
(Chipmunk voice)
Ahh.. haha ha p**y is power?
You right, so I'm finna get some right after this track
Whoop!
Whoop!!
Wrekless... haha uhh, uhh
My n***a... my n***a Hitman, my n***a BeeGee... Jet 2? Ha
Wrekless, check this, no guest-list
Swag, swag, swag, swag, whooo