"Hit List" lyrics
Lil Double 0 & Rob49 Lyrics
Yeah, woah
Yeah
Phew, phew, woah, woah (Fuck)
Huh, gang, gang, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Hmm, you see me, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Whippin' this bitch like I'm crazy (Fuck)
You a ho, you moneymakin'
Dope dealers, I done laid with 'em
Grave diggers, I done bagged with 'em
And the trenches lovin' real niggas
In my bitty, pussy, I'm the biggest
I put Perc 10s in my system
I put bad hoes on a hit list
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Feel me
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Yeah
Deep down, wine dine, lil' thot, wrist broke through now, yeah
I don't make diss songs, do die, fuck, do it ten times
Pay a bond, hit the cop, get a drop, grip a Glock, tap her top
Put the trap in a knot, on my brother grave, I got this shit on lock
(Phew, let's go)
Came a long way from a stick and a bowl
I can walk the world, go and put up on fours
And now four niggas with me, got choppers, gon' show
Make fans stand in line like a lunch line
In and out servers, I give it and go
Finesse and juggin', I done made a way just like I'm Scooter
Twenty-four hours, ain't no closin'
Uh, uh, juggin', I learned from the best
Streets gon' give you a test
Is you gon' fail or turn to the rest?
Bad bitch body Barbie
You wanna cry in a Honda or fuck in a 'Rari?
Keep baggin' treats for me, love to charge her
You can't get a bip for free, gotta charge 'em
Uh, bitch bad, pullin' hair whenever I smash
Dunk on her like Vince Carter
A hundred thousand stuffed in the Goyard bag
They done made my arms look smaller
I heard rappers go lateral, diamonds hit harder
I got rich off words, it ain't my problem
Streets knock real niggas down
It's the best part, but you come back harder
Baby K from a baby revolver
He ain't safe, we gon' kidnap his father
Top floor penthouse with robbers
Ayy, and we get with his bitch like Whitney and Bobby
Smokin' on dead opps, feel just like 2Pac, fuck everybody
Get the M's, go and bond my nigga 'nem out, know I gotta free everybody
Whippin' this bitch like I'm crazy (Fuck)
You a ho, you moneymakin'
Dope dealers, I done laid with 'em
Grave diggers, I done bagged with 'em
And the trenches lovin' real niggas
In my bitty, pussy, I'm the biggest
I put Perc 10s in my system
I put bad hoes on a hit list
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Feel me
Yeah
Phew, phew, woah, woah (Fuck)
Huh, gang, gang, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Hmm, you see me, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Whippin' this bitch like I'm crazy (Fuck)
You a ho, you moneymakin'
Dope dealers, I done laid with 'em
Grave diggers, I done bagged with 'em
And the trenches lovin' real niggas
In my bitty, pussy, I'm the biggest
I put Perc 10s in my system
I put bad hoes on a hit list
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Feel me
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Yeah
Deep down, wine dine, lil' thot, wrist broke through now, yeah
I don't make diss songs, do die, fuck, do it ten times
Pay a bond, hit the cop, get a drop, grip a Glock, tap her top
Put the trap in a knot, on my brother grave, I got this shit on lock
(Phew, let's go)
Came a long way from a stick and a bowl
I can walk the world, go and put up on fours
And now four niggas with me, got choppers, gon' show
Make fans stand in line like a lunch line
In and out servers, I give it and go
Finesse and juggin', I done made a way just like I'm Scooter
Twenty-four hours, ain't no closin'
Uh, uh, juggin', I learned from the best
Streets gon' give you a test
Is you gon' fail or turn to the rest?
Bad bitch body Barbie
You wanna cry in a Honda or fuck in a 'Rari?
Keep baggin' treats for me, love to charge her
You can't get a bip for free, gotta charge 'em
Uh, bitch bad, pullin' hair whenever I smash
Dunk on her like Vince Carter
A hundred thousand stuffed in the Goyard bag
They done made my arms look smaller
I heard rappers go lateral, diamonds hit harder
I got rich off words, it ain't my problem
Streets knock real niggas down
It's the best part, but you come back harder
Baby K from a baby revolver
He ain't safe, we gon' kidnap his father
Top floor penthouse with robbers
Ayy, and we get with his bitch like Whitney and Bobby
Smokin' on dead opps, feel just like 2Pac, fuck everybody
Get the M's, go and bond my nigga 'nem out, know I gotta free everybody
Whippin' this bitch like I'm crazy (Fuck)
You a ho, you moneymakin'
Dope dealers, I done laid with 'em
Grave diggers, I done bagged with 'em
And the trenches lovin' real niggas
In my bitty, pussy, I'm the biggest
I put Perc 10s in my system
I put bad hoes on a hit list
The biggest (You feel me)
Let's go, for sure
Let's go, I know
Feel me
