Soulja Boy - Hitman lyrics

You said get money that sh** don’t excite me Guissepes when I’m trapping these ain’t no Nike Call up my j**eller he keep me so icey Hit a hunnid bands jugging 2003 Hop out the rari looking like the president p**y a** n***a I run in your residence I trap out the bando me and my little n***a we having it Pull on yo block your chain we snatching it Trapping a** n***a you know that im trapping it I’m trapping in zone 1 b**h I’m riding with savages Hit a yellow bone b**h from the back Mini Mac 11 make you do backflips Hit the highway now its time to go take a trip 150 bricks when I water whip f** n***a try to rob king soulja The Mac 11 n***a make a n***a do backflips Try us I swear to God!!! I pull out that draco my young n***a with me ain’t having it Here for a M but my clique on some savage sh** Came up now I ride with the baddest b**h (?) I’m spraying the heat Chopper knock a n***a straight off his feet You ain’t no trapping n***a never ever seen a key Wrap up the bricks shipping hanna to the sea Mini Mac 10 and draco that’s my heat 250 bands hunnid count a beat Suwoo the rollie n***a banging big b’s Whipping up dope Givenchi on my feet f** n***a I get money I can’t even see Pull on yo block 223’s red beams Pull on yo block serving murder and lean f** with lil dre you get hit with them red beams Alla my n***as turn it to a murder scene Run in ya house with a mask like its halloween Came up from the bottom serving them keys Double cup styrofoam sipping lean Which one these n***as want beef with me Run in yo house (bloah!) f** n***a take everything 100 thousand made it in a week Sipping on lean I’m bout to go fall asleep Trap out the bando I feel like lil dre’co Ak homie it can knock down an elephant I’m trapping and capping they say that its evident I’m in the streets shopping they say Soulja should run for president I’m stacks on deck money gang n***a be having it Pull on yo block and I empty the whole clip You kissing that b**h and she s**ing my whole clique f** with lil soulja you gone get your throat slit Call up my shooters they come get your door kick n***as snitching but these n***as don’t know sh** f** bout 20 hoes I go through the most sh** Serve bout 20 pounds no I don’t smoke em Forgiatos, Bentley truck what I’m rolling Ride through Chiraq and they say that I’m holding Came from a 12 I don’t f** with patrol man Serving that c**aine feeling like snowman Junkie hit my front door on the dope man Say they hear shots (?) Tried to shoot at the f** n***a damn but the door jam Hop in the rari you know that I chased them Had the pistol on me but that sh** jammed Smoking on dope I feel like the sh** man Sipping on lean I feel like a kickstand Shoot with draco I feel like the hitman