"Hitlist" lyrics
Kenzo Balla & Doomsday Lyrics
Graphic scenes back to back, niggas, know what we do
Rocky hang out the back of the V and go kuu
Wasn't ready to ball, he ain't tie up his shoes
Nigga walk out the building, all he heard was boom
Don't go out like Rah, nigga down by the stu
That was karma for rapping bout shit he don't do
I'ma up with the Blicks, sidestep, then I shoot
We make opps disappear, magic, poof
Nigga, how many opps has it dashed?
I'm tryna walk up on feet, let it blast
.42 black Glocks with an all-black mask
We gon' do him like Flex, he turn into gas
**** Keep dissin' like he ain't get tapped
All my Richies outside tryna pack Lil Flash
That's him right there, we completin' the task
Pow, another Jetty in the past
His brother just died, I know niggas hurt
When you droppin' the 5, you end up on a shirt
Mix Key with the Fries, that Lotti pack dirt
Stupid lacked and got packed, he wasn't alert
All my Balla keep knocks in they purse
Tryna clap him a bitch, drop a Makk from the Church
Or a bitch, that could happen even worse
Tryna play with the Makk, but you'll soon see the worst
Dirty, switches, mops, brooms
We gon' spin through the Del, get him popped like balloons
Dubskii, Mel, Caine, Lou
Just a couple vics that went out to the tomb
DaeDae, Prince, Dollaz too
It's so many to smoke, we just rollin' a few
We watch everyone fall when we do
He got hit tryna crawl into mobile then flew
Deliah died tryna backdoor
But Quan got poked out his back, so pause
That nigga got hit with the MAC sauce
Great pack, bitch, I was glad he got packed off
Ain't no Jimmy Neutron when I blast off
I with the Blaster tryna knock a hat off
Glock to his stomach, I never take the mag off
Like ass shot, it burnt his Purple tag off
Dropped the Wokk and his ass got shot
Like a baby, a Jet got rocked
G6 got flocked tryna bop
Make it count on they block, when I up, better pop
DOA, HatK, EBK, Five Block
EOS, MBF, LVK, Ewokk
So many scenes back to back on that block, from the 8th to the Gate [?]
All of these hoes think that I don't do shit
But if you know, then you know, you not stupid
33 shots, we just caught us a new vic
Shot to the block like I do to a new bitch
With my Makk, drop the Makk, I'ma lose it
Richies in back of the van like a school trip
Five niggas hoppin' out with different pool sticks
We sweep 'em up, but we still bringin' broomsticks
Ah
Handsome Balla, but shit can get ugly
With the Wock, we do a footsie, money
Fuck all the Jets, I mix soft with the dummy
Bitch, I'm super sleezly, they diamonds is blurry
Real right Bee, I don't fuck with nobody
Know .42 got me, I don't gotta worry
Talk down the block, we done gave him that Curry
Every scene we had on the 4th we was sturdy
Rocky hang out the back of the V and go kuu
Wasn't ready to ball, he ain't tie up his shoes
Nigga walk out the building, all he heard was boom
Don't go out like Rah, nigga down by the stu
That was karma for rapping bout shit he don't do
I'ma up with the Blicks, sidestep, then I shoot
We make opps disappear, magic, poof
Nigga, how many opps has it dashed?
I'm tryna walk up on feet, let it blast
.42 black Glocks with an all-black mask
We gon' do him like Flex, he turn into gas
**** Keep dissin' like he ain't get tapped
All my Richies outside tryna pack Lil Flash
That's him right there, we completin' the task
Pow, another Jetty in the past
His brother just died, I know niggas hurt
When you droppin' the 5, you end up on a shirt
Mix Key with the Fries, that Lotti pack dirt
Stupid lacked and got packed, he wasn't alert
All my Balla keep knocks in they purse
Tryna clap him a bitch, drop a Makk from the Church
Or a bitch, that could happen even worse
Tryna play with the Makk, but you'll soon see the worst
Dirty, switches, mops, brooms
We gon' spin through the Del, get him popped like balloons
Dubskii, Mel, Caine, Lou
Just a couple vics that went out to the tomb
DaeDae, Prince, Dollaz too
It's so many to smoke, we just rollin' a few
We watch everyone fall when we do
He got hit tryna crawl into mobile then flew
Deliah died tryna backdoor
But Quan got poked out his back, so pause
That nigga got hit with the MAC sauce
Great pack, bitch, I was glad he got packed off
Ain't no Jimmy Neutron when I blast off
I with the Blaster tryna knock a hat off
Glock to his stomach, I never take the mag off
Like ass shot, it burnt his Purple tag off
Dropped the Wokk and his ass got shot
Like a baby, a Jet got rocked
G6 got flocked tryna bop
Make it count on they block, when I up, better pop
DOA, HatK, EBK, Five Block
EOS, MBF, LVK, Ewokk
So many scenes back to back on that block, from the 8th to the Gate [?]
All of these hoes think that I don't do shit
But if you know, then you know, you not stupid
33 shots, we just caught us a new vic
Shot to the block like I do to a new bitch
With my Makk, drop the Makk, I'ma lose it
Richies in back of the van like a school trip
Five niggas hoppin' out with different pool sticks
We sweep 'em up, but we still bringin' broomsticks
Ah
Handsome Balla, but shit can get ugly
With the Wock, we do a footsie, money
Fuck all the Jets, I mix soft with the dummy
Bitch, I'm super sleezly, they diamonds is blurry
Real right Bee, I don't fuck with nobody
Know .42 got me, I don't gotta worry
Talk down the block, we done gave him that Curry
Every scene we had on the 4th we was sturdy
